So I was kindly showing what a gentleman I am, by surprising my fiancee by turning up tonight (at hers obviously), just to tell her I love her (ok, she cooks better food than me, has beer and TV but that's besides the point...plus you know..we can do certain things I cant do by myself...) The evening started off great, I mean I watched the Simpsons, blah blah etc, then the bomb dropped....no Johanna didn't have a paddy, have a moment, go shopping or wash her hair...no no, it was much worse than that.....she turned on bloody Desperate bloody housewives. God if there isn't anything more depressing...middle aged women, with no jobs/life, all have had plastic surgery to the point where there faces look like they are actually pulling 10G in a fighter plane and crap script writing...wow, what a combination. Well I'm glad Ill never have a life like that...no not that Ill become a woman, but have a mid life crisis. If I ever creep down that road, I will most definitely cut my balls off and move to Iraq....that will put my life in to perspective, things can only get better right. In the meantime, I found out the price I pay for getting engaged....they always say when you get married you never have sex again, but after this Johanna owes me.....
