A pair of wedding bands. An interior designer. A dowry. A nice hotel room. A tailored suit. A marrying man is a man with a light wallet. At least over here. The date's 16 Jun. Then it's official. I'll be single no more. I'll have a wife. I'll be able to have sex that's moral in the eyes of God and other obnoxious people.
Woah. That's fast. Before I know it shopkeepers would stop saying: "Boy, what you want?"
Because when you have considered plonking down $40,000 for renovation, you are no longer a boy. Once you bust that credit limit, you are no longer a boy. Once you have to answer to a woman who's not your mother, you are no longer a boy. You are a slave.
Hopefully a happy one.
