Today you could say that I'm in two places at once. Not only am I here, but I am also over at In The Real World Venus vs. Mars. So be sure to read there— then come back here… or read here— then go over there (it's over to you).
When I was in college I felt what I considered to be the perfect rain. This is a rain that is not too cold, not too warm— the drops are large enough to know that it's raining, but you are totally unaware that it is raining. I vowed to myself, that if I ever felt a perfect rain again that I would have to propose. Of course, I told just about everybody that I knew that I would be doing this. Perhaps in the back of my mind I was hoping that any girl I was going out with would just throw me in the shower and ask me to marry her… but that never happened.
I guess I really wanted some clear sign telling me that I should marry "this one"— but what actually happened was close enough to count as a perfect rain for me.
So if you weren't teased enough to go over, please do so by going here to hear the rest of the story.