Romance. Sticky, Sticky Romance.

I have long pondered over my singlehood-dom-ness and tried to analyze what it was that men wanted, what I was supposed to be in order to snag a man to marry.

Thanks to a man...whose name I have forgotten...that I had the great fortune to go on a first date with and then be summarily ignored for several months only to be accidentally rediscovered has FINALLY, after long last clued me in.

His succinct, unedited, uncensored statement on marriage is as follows:

"So lets fuck for three days straight.  Perfect!  You do know I'm kinky, right?  I mean I really like you, but I like a lot of things a lot of girls aren't comfortable with, but at the same time I'm looking to settle down."

Now I know.  First date attire will now be limited to nipple clamps and a strap-on.  Apparently, that's how you get the boys to put a ring on it.

And by it...I mean my finger...not the strap on.