The Numbers Game
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Markie on the other hand was thinking: I could be anywhere, any place in the world and completely happy as long as Serena is by my side. Seeing her laying there like striking Kewpie doll only served to strengthen his resolve in the decisions he made. I may have been a fool for suggesting the break but at least I now know I can’t live without her. She is without a doubt the woman I wish to grow old with.
“Serena?” Markie said, turning to face his loved one on the bed.
“Yeah?” Serena turned too, with a cheeky grin on her face. He was surely thinking what she was thinking; let’s take full use of these mirrors on the ceiling!
“I need to ask you something, I just don’t want you to freak out.”
“Freak out?” Serena scoffed, “What do you think I am a prude?” Taking his hand lightly into hers, she assured Markie, “there is nothing in the world I wouldn’t do with you. Well almost anything,” she added, figuring this was insurance in case he decided to pull out some weird giant sized sex toy.
“Really?” Markie looked suddenly hopeful, and letting go of her hand he pulled his tall body up to a standing position.
“Come back here,” Serena chided, stretching to grasp his leg, “you don’t need to make so this formal.”
“Yes I do.” Markie was adamant. “I wouldn’t want to do it any other way.”
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pale blue box which could only mean one thing: Tiffany’s. Not condoms, not a cock ring or love balls.
“Now I’m confused,” Serena whispered and seconds later, before she could even register what was happening Markie dropped to one knee. What followed next was like a super surreal dream.
“Serena,” Markie began, his voice fluttering like butterfly’s wings. “You have been the most important part of my life for the past five years and even though we may have had our obstacles I do believe we have what it takes to make it through forever. I love you with all my heart and would be absolutely privileged if you’d do me the honor of becoming my wife.”
At this point Markie flicked the blue Tiffany box open to reveal the chunkiest diamond Serena had ever seen in real life. Four carats, at the very least.
“What do you say?” Markie squinted, holding out the ring to a speechless Serena. “Will you marry me?”
Serena stared at the ring and then at Markie, her voice still eluding her.
“Yes?” she murmured almost inaudibly. Tears were flooding her eyes; she was so not expecting this.
“Yes? Was that a yes I heard?” Markie tried not to get overexcited but it couldn’t be helped. “Serena, please tell me you said yes.”
This time Serena nodded, knowing that sometimes actions did speak louder than words.
“Yes honey I said yes.”
With that, the game was officially over. And neither of them lost any more than they put in.
EPILOGUE
Dear Miss Serena,
Thank you for your rather enlightening letter dating back to earlier this year. We all here at the offices of Cosmopolitan were quite impressed to hear about your dilemma, that being the juggling of not one but two boys!
I’m afraid however that for us to write an article of such magnitude may not be in the best interests of our readers who, it seems, often have trouble securing themselves even a blind date for Saturday night. To quote our feature editor, your problem of ‘loving two boys at once’ may just fall into the same category as women who hate themselves because they are too beautiful or “really” just naturally skinny.
Our only advice to you ‘off the record’ is: enjoy it while it lasts because it won’t last forever. Our hearts are funny little things in that they will never betray themselves (and hence you its owner). Keep your ears open and you will hear it ultimately whispering one boy’s name louder than the other.
Have you heard it whisper yet? We hope so. If not, la viva la sluttiness! God knows men have been doing it to us for centuries...
Lots of love and best wishes,
From all the Agony Aunts at Cosmo
XXX OOO ♥♥♥
P.S If you are still ardent about getting your ‘dilemma’ into the limelight feel free to submit a 1000 word account of your experience, complete with photos and a totally confessional report and Cosmopolitan would be happy to consider it for our Reader’s Real Life Story section. Cash reward for your bravery: $500.
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