THE WEDDING AT WHICH SHE GET MARRIED
After sleeping with Goodwin while we were sleeping together, I got up only to discover that his roommate, who lives with him, had a ladyfriend over who was female.
I casually hit the fridge and didn't draw any attention to myself,
though I always seem to draw attention even while not drawing attention, and it seems that this female lady who was a woman was jealous of my good looks which are very attractive.
Goodwin was a sweet enough fellow who was sweet, but after work, I decided I needed to follow my heart. You see, when your stomach is tied in knots and your heart skips a beat, you're in love...or else you have heart palpitations and the flu.
However, the full moon was full that night, so the beast came out. I suppose this was the time which was the time to find out if my Romeo could love me even when I look less like Juliet and more like...not Juliet...because she's pretty...and the beast isn't...pretty...
"Hey, handsome man who's good looking and male," I said, greeting him.
"Velma, is that you?" he asked as he turned.
"Yes," I said, then stopped him before he could speak, "I know I'm so hideous like this, it's a medical condition that is medical," I explained, "and I'm afraid that I will sometimes look like this when I don't look like myself, though technically I'm still myself, but with this grotesque appearance that isn't very good-looking."
He then shocked me by saying, "You're beautiful."
He was either the most loving man, blind, or the most loving man ever, or else he couldn't see. Regardless, I decided to go carpe diem on it...which I think has to do with fish, because carp.
I kissed him. On the face. The lips of his face. He liked it. In a positive way.
Back in my underwear modeling days when I was a professional underwear model who modeled underwear, I was proposed to by that famous actor Matthew Hamming, who is famous. I still had the ring. Which I kept. I turned him down after I had the ring in hand and was holding it. And I kept it. Until now.
While my friend Charmaine, who is occasionally a zombie and undead when she's a zombie who's not still alive entirely, watched on, Terry (as he informed me his name is) and I were wed until the point that we were married...to each other.
Then we sold off some of his stuff, added that to my finances, and built a new home that would be our house where we would live at home in it at.
I wonder how he feels about having children that are babies...and what his last name was...?