Don't pick a wife...
Let her pick you.
Seriously.
whew. glad I never took that advice.
I had a couple of them pick me.
One of them got mad when she didn't get an engagement ring for Christmas during my first year of college, and I had about 4 more to go.
She wanted to be married by summer. She was hurt.
Evidently, not as much about me, or so it seems.
She wanted to be married, but it seems "the who to" wasn't that important.
She cheated on me within 3 months and married the guy she cheated on me with before Fall.
She is a cow now. Udderly ugly.
Another was just awful. She knew we'd be together forever. It didn't take long for me to know we wouldn't. I regret ever meeting her.
Can't understand why I was dating either, except the first one was one of my best friends.
I never pictured me marrying either, but kept dating them too long.
When I met Lana, I never questioned whether I would marry her. I knew I would.
We dated 3 months when I gave her the ring. We were married 3-4 months later.
