I got married.
Two days ago I had no idea I’d be writing this. My life has literally been a whirlwind and I haven’t really had time to take a step back and assess everything which has happened.
Two nights ago I went out with several guys to some clubs in a place called Patpong. I had never been to Patpong before, but lets just say it was quite an experience. To make a long story short (involving ping pong balls, chopsticks and darts), I met the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Fast forward eight hours, the two of us were standing before a Bangkok City official performing the Thai rites of marriage, said “sloof lirpa” (Thai for “I do”), and were pronounced man and wife. The best man was a guy named Roy Dewitt from Alabama who happened to be there to get his drivers license.
Her name is Broma.
Since then we have been spending our time together trying to learn each others language and getting to know each other better.
As a married man I can tell you that marriage is all about compromise. There are things about her I wasn’t aware of when we got married:
- She smokes. (I’m not a big fan of smoking)
- She snores in her sleep
- She’s actually a man
I have to confess that the last one really threw me for a loop.
I had my doubts, but I’m a strong believer in the sacrament of marriage and I promised to stick with Broma for better or worse, richer or poorer, male or female.
Trying to make the best of the situation, we will be flying to Sweden next week. I hope to get her a prescription for the nicotine patch to solve issue #1, admitted to a sleep clinic for issue #2, and gender reassignment surgery for issue #3.
Our current plan is to return to the US and settle down in one of the three states which will both allow a marriage like ours to exist and has passed ping pong friendly legislation.
This is a brand new adventure for me and I hope everyone who has followed along with me so far will keep following for the next exciting chapter of my life!