He was in love.
She was coming to dinner tonight. He had rehearsed many times his proposal, a promise of love and a shared life. She arrived late: A wave of perfume capable of melting his heart.
They spoke of everything and nothing to break the ice during dinner. Afterwards, with a full belly, they moved into the serious business of love. He looked into her blue-violet eyes and felt his courage disappear. She was so beautiful, and he had so little.
In a whisper, he spoke his proposal:
“I don’t have much. But what is mine is yours. Stay here with me. Have our children. I will love you forever”
She listened to the same promises others have made before. When in love, they always say the same, she thought. But this one was sincere.
“Yes”- she said-“I will love you forever. We’ll have children. But I don’t want to spend my days living inside the rectum of a sea cucumber. We should move to the new high rise condos at the reef crest.”
So he learned the hard way that the male proposes, and the female disposes the fancy headquarters where the proposal is consummated.
The newlyweds left the safety of the humble sea cucumber’s ass, and swam all the way to the promised luxury.