Wiwille is done with dating.

You read that right. I'm done. I'm tired of the drama, the games, and the blow to my pocket book in the attempt to find romance along with good nudity. For years I've made every effort to convince the fairer sex that I'm a good idea, but often I've failed to find that good catch in the waters of love.

So yes I'm done with it all. No more awkward first date endings or waking up in strange places looking for my keys and/or pants. The trial and tribulations of courtship are over for Wiwille. I've had it.

In securing my foothold in leaving the dating scene this afternoon I approached her and gave her a hug, got down on one knee, pulled the ring out of my pocket, and asked her to be my wife.

She said yes.

"An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that she may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done." - Jane Austen