A male fairy tale and a boys bedtime story.

Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful Princess, “Will you marry me?” The Princess said, “No!!!”
And the Prince lived happily ever after and rode a Suzuki Savage  motorcycle and banged skinny long-legged big-titted broads and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to naked bars and dated women half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Captain Morgan and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and banged cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and ate spam and potato chips and beans and blew enormous farts and never got cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family thought he was  cool as hell and he had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up every time he pissed.
The end.

Stinger, you forgot to say:
- he had nobody's shoulder to lean on when he felt lonely,
- he had nobody to speak to and share coffee with in the morning,
- he had nobody who would snuggle up and curl into his arms on cold rainy afternoons,
- he had nobody to soothe his fever when he was ill,
- he had nobody who would run to him with a smile from here to Kentucky and yell "Daddy!" at the top of his/her lungs
- he had nobody to share XMas gifts with
- he had to look for a place to have dinner on Thanksgiving Day because he lived all alone and his house was a mess...

Am I slamming you ?

No, it's the snapshot of the six loneliest years of my life, unaccompanied duty far enough from home to need to FLY on the weekend,
and my son grew up and he grew and he grew and one day I go home and find this 6th grader with a budding moustache...
...Hey! What happened to the kindergarten kid I was torn from a few years ago?

So, my "Happily ever after" means perhaps less money and quite a few nags...
...but my wife and I bring coffee to each other in bed every morning since the day we married (OK, the day after  ) and anyway, what's a nag, if not the fish bone you cough out when enjoying that succulent fillet of fish a-la-grille?

I'd never ever want to be living alone anymore.

If I really had to, I'd retire, pack my bike and head... wherever the wind blows...

Problem with not being married you have no one to tell you what your doing wrong

I am with mpescatori on this one. Even after being dumped two weeks ago by my girlfriend of 6 years. I was prepared to marry her and had even started a savings account to buy a ring. Life is nothing without someone to share it with.

Although big tittied cheerleaders do sound nice right about now and I do have a savings account with a bunch of money in it.  

dang it, now I'm depressed two ways    

Cheerleaders are way over rated. Find you an aerobics instructor instead. Or a biker chick...lol

Often, getting married doesn't turn out well.

Same thing with kids.

Justin,

That is some pretty good advice. We need a little more growing up and maturity today no matter what age we are. Changes your perspective, and yes it improves your confidence. It’s all good!

Larry