"I want to get married," I told my coworkers.

I pulled into the parking lot at work this morning, all hot from biking, and announced to a couple coworkers out having a smoke break:

1. I want to get married!

2. Next summer.

3. In the parking lot, with all my coworkers as guests.

Big Boss arrived at work as we were discussing this. 
So, I added:
4. With Big Boss as officiant. 

BB said yes, he doesn't have a license to marry people, but that he would do it.
And I could use the parking lot.

So, I'm all set!
Except, as BB asked, "Have you got the dude?"
 
I thought my coworkers assumed I was gay––I am queerish––
but they all assumed I would marry a guy. 
They were all quite supportive about it--some were enthusiastic. My coworker who's into clothes said we should start looking for a dress. 

BB was very nice about it but was surprisingly Eeyore-ish: "Marriage is work," he said.

Well, yes. 

Anyway, uh, no. I do not have the dude.
I do not even know anyone who is a possibility. 

I am going on the belief that if you start saying out loud that you want Something, then Something is more likely to come about.
I am giving the Universe a year to deliver. (heh) 

"I joined a dating site," I told my coworkers. 

I did indeed join one this morning.
It sort of depressed me, actually--the men all seemed so dull-average. 

Here's my featured profile photo. LOL. I took it today. I put other photos on too, but I like this one.

DO I want to get married?

You know, I think I do.
I would love to have a life partner, a help-mate... someone to watch over me, and I would watch over them.

I've been thinking about it for a little while--and was sparked by Tove Jansson writing to her partner Tuulikki that since they've been together, she's felt like a garden that has finally been watered.

That's what I want.
A gardener. A help-mate. The sort of person who... well, with whom it's mutual:
you build each other up.

That sounds wonderful. (Marriage--the whole wedding thing--is an optional technicality. Though I do love the idea of a ceremony in the parking lot.)

I've always loved this scene with Marilyn Miller and Joe E. Brown dancing comically to "Look for the Silver Lining", from Sally (1929).

They are not romantically paired in the movie--they're friends--but in my eyes, the way she cheers him up (he has serious troubles)–– by getting him to dance––the way she builds him up and he gradually enters into the spirit of her play––is much more romantic and sexy than the admittedly steamy but destructive sexual passion of characters like Scarlett & Rhett.

I like that Miller & Brown both attractive, but in funny looking ways.



You usually don't see such partnerships between men and women in films. They're usually shown between men--soldier and cop-buddies, comedy duos (sometimes they're a man & woman, like Nichols & May); and starship captains and their first mates...
That's what I'd like.

Ideas?

P.S. The chipmunk has left the house. Whew. 
That's the sort of thing it'd be nice to have a partner for--one person to lure the chipper with a peanut, the other to pop a towel over it and take it outside.
This must be an Old Person's idea of romance! :)
"Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing to have someone help when wildlife get in the house?"