The REST of your life...

So I was thinking yesterday (and today) about my marriage and I realized how lucky I was to have Renata and how much I really do suck. In alot of ways I compare it to encountering God (Not that I am putting Renata on the same level as God...). I used to think I was an okay guy. I didn't consider myself "good looking" but I didn't think I was ugly. I thought I was well mannered and generally nice...but now I realize that I was way off. In reality I am hairy (but not in the right spot), chubby, smelly, incosiderate and generally repulsive. I can just imagine late at night Renata must wake up to the sound of my snoring and think, "What on earth have I gotten into?"

Just to give you a few examples of how disgusting I am:

- I leave my underwear EVERYWHERE (which I think drives her nuts...I am basising that guess on the many times she has told me NOT to do it). And I do mean everywhere. I am banned from Zellers now for leaving 3 pairs in the stuffed animal section.

- I can sometimes (most times) be too lazy to shave for about 6 months...during which I look like a homeless guy who had a bad encounter with George Forman.

- I flip out and kill people ALL the time....errrr, wait that's not me, that's ninja's.

Anyway, my point is that I am pathetic and Renata deserves some kind of medal (and perhaps counselling) for marrying me.

And guess what ladies...the guys that you are dating or want to be dating that seem so wonderful now, will likely turn out to be just as disgusting (if not more...cause I do shower daily and most don't) as me. So you might want to think about that before you go through with the wedding.

Paul