I was in Grade Five.

One of my teachers (female, of course) was young and pretty, and I thought she liked me too. Why did she look at me every time I looked at her?

After extensive research in the faculty room, I found out that she was only twenty-four. Aha! Can she wait for me until I grew older? I was only eleven, but what was thirteen years if our fierce love would conquer all that stood between us?

She still had problems remembering my name, but I figured this tiny problem would be solved once my name was inscribed on her wedding ring.

But later on, I realized it was rather silly for me to fall in love with a teacher.

Especially if she kept giving me low grades.

That was when I met Cedz and Dina.

Cedz was nice. She was the brightest in our class, and she had the cutest dimples.

And Dina giggled a lot, and had the longest eyelashes in the world.

Now the big question: Whom should I marry? Dimples or lashes?

Well, my problem was finally solved when I met Tintin.

Oh yes, I was wrong the last time. I was young then. Those were childish crushes. But now, this was true love. I was fifteen now. Tintin and I were totally meant for each other. How did I know? I loved the way she covered her mouth when she laughed…

Through the years, I’ve had a thousand other crushes with other dimples, lashes, braces, smiles, giggles, hair-clips, winks, laughs, scents, teeth…

I had my first girlfriend at 17.

We broke up, made up, broke up again, made up again…

Please repeat sequence 3000 times.

(Note: That’s why I’m one of those freaks that encourage young people to have boyfriends or girlfriends only after their college graduation. Their time and energy can be spent in more life-expanding activities than breaking up and making up for 3000 times.)

I courted another young woman when I was 25—and waited for her yes. I gave her roses, chocolates, and serenaded her with love songs. I really had a super-duper fantastic time.

Except for one slight tiny problem: She didn’t like me.

On that fateful night when she finally told me in the nicest, sweetest, most loving way, “Bo, get out of my life,” I cried buckets of tears.

But I wondered, “What is the lesson here? Can my tears be used for good?”

Because of the water shortage, I used my bucket of tears to flush the toilet.

The waiting continued—and it was excruciating.

What did God want me to do with my life?

At the age of 28, I met a beautiful young woman at my office—applying for work.

But at that time, I was seriously considering becoming a priest—or becoming a celibate layman—waiting for God’s go signal.

So I brushed romantic thoughts aside and decided to look at her the way I looked at a piece of furniture. So to me, she was one of the monobloc chairs in the office.

This strategy worked.

But sometimes, I found myself secretly gazing at this monobloc chair for no apparent reason.

I gave myself two years to discern if celibacy was my call. So no dating. No romantic actuations. No girlfriends.

At age 30, I went to a retreat on a mountain top with no one else but God, my Bible, and a wise Jesuit priest, to finally decide what I wanted to do with my life.

One week later, I went down from the mountain with a mandate from the Almighty to get married.

And so I remembered that lovely monobloc chair in the office.

So I courted her.

Before I continue the story, let me do a sidetrip here…

Isn’t Marriage Insane?

Once upon a time, I believed that being wed was the height of insanity, the most ludicrous commitment, the totally illogical decision any human being could fall into.

Tell me. Why will I commit myself to be with one woman for the rest of my life—and thereby reject 3.2 billion other females in the world? Along the way, I’ll meet a girl who’ll be more beautiful, or more intelligent, or more charming, or sexier, or holier… So why nail myself down to one choice, permanently—and suffer the agony of simply watching beauties pass me by?

And in western countries, one out of two marriages end up in divorce. That blows my mind. That’s a pathetic 50% failure rate! I won’t buy a car, a stereo, a shaver, or even a nail clipper if there’s a 50% chance that it’ll conk out on me. I simply won’t.

And why stay with one person “in sickness or in health, in riches or in poverty, till death do us part”? Is my mind fried? If my shirt shrinks on me because I eat too many pizzas, don’t I just throw it away and buy an XL? (That will be the day.) And if I outgrow my ancient computer, don’t I just look for an updated version?

And then there’s the catastrophe some call kids. I mean, do I really want to wake up in the middle of the night to entertain a self-centered, bald, toothless tyrant in diapers? Do I really want little rampaging monsters to break the most expensive furniture in my house? Do I really want juvenile creatures to stay in the phone for six hours straight, listen to noise they call music that you believe came directly from hell, and mope around catatonic and depressed because another demented juvenile creature (called boyfriend or girlfriend) hasn’t called for the past thirty minutes?

Why should I go through the torture? Marriage is insanity.

But a few years ago, on my 32nd birthday, I gave myself a special birthday gift: I got married to a lovely woman—and committed myself to insane living.

Marowe is her name, the one person I chose—out of 3.2 billion females.

Yes, there will be other females who’ll be more beautiful, or more intelligent, or more this and more that…. But they’ll only be just that—females–like flowers in the field of a million hectares of flower fields.

But not this woman—the one beautiful flower I have personally chosen, picked from her roots, planted in a my own clay pot, watered daily, watched daily, and loved daily.

Because of my love for her, there will be no one like her.

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