Will you be my valentine?

I proposed to Monika on Valentine's Day. She thought we were just going out to a fancy restaurant so she could show off her latest Gucci bag, but I had other plans. We went to this little fancy French enclave up in Montreal and she ordered some expensive wine made from gammy grapes. Gammy Noir I believe it was.

She was stunning that night. She had on some very white hotpants showing off that very nice derierre and a beautiful apple color cardigan sweater. I was quite afraid to ask her. We'd been friends for years. Often I'd find myself her shoulder to cry on after a heartbreak. I never confessed my feelings for her, was terrified.

I still don't know what possessed me to get the courage up to propose. Maybe it was that Gammy Noir, we sure polished off two bottles that night, and Monika (don't slap me hon) ruined her pantsuit with a spill. All I know is Monika was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Inside and out. And I wanted to take care of her.

I never drink, but that night I did to get the courage up. Finally I just said to her, Monika I love you and it's time someone took care of you and treated you right. She looked at me completely stunned. I repeated it. She gulped down an entire glass of wine. So did I. She was afraid to talk. I was afraid to move. We drank another glass of wine, then both excused ourselves to the bathroom. She came back and said Rocco, yes, you are meant for me. You're the only one who has been here for me thick and thin and I know what you're going to ask and I accept. Then we left the restaurant and walked down the road and kissed. The first time in years of knowing her we had done so.

As I'm recalling all of this I'm thinking just how unfortunate so many here haven't found that type of love in their life. The sexual lives of the zombies are quite maddening and stagnant. The love is just not there like an untouchable caste member. It is mad sad.