It is the corniest proposal I have ever heard, sung in rhyming verse while his cast members look on and smile. Half unsure that this is for real, I take my chances and sneak into the theater's back entrance to where he leans at the helm of his ship.

You would think once I was there he'd shut up, but he keeps going, reading poor heartfelt lyrics from a ragged paper. Also I am wondering whyever I decided to marry a theater boy.

Here is the other thing: It is hard to kiss him, his lips are dry and stiff. Well, I think, if I just accepted his marriage proposal I must be familiar with this chap. Likely I knew about the kissing problem before I said Yes. And then I am thinking, Oh Shit. How can I take him home to Mother?