What do you say?” I was shaking my head. "Charlie, I take it back, maybe I am a snob. I don't know. And I know I'm not making any sense. What I ca...n tell you is, if I am a snob, I don't want to be one anymore; the cost is much too high, and I am not willing to pay a price that high. Come on, whaddya say?" I hesitated then I spoke, "Marylou, I have a bad feeling that I'm going to regret this, but okay. You're right. I don't have the right to presume whatever the hell it is that you will or. I pause to decide if this is a good idea. The alcohol in my blood stream gives me confidence; I think, “Here goes nothing.” With butterflies dancing in my stomach I slowly turn the knob and enter the room. The billiard room is more than that, it’s a man cave. My eyes quickly scan the room, the walls are covered in sports memorabilia, signed, framed professional jerseys and flat screens hang on the walls, photos from major sporting events like the Kentucky Derby and the Super bowl. And more. ” I looked off into the distance for a moment. “Damn. As much as I don’t want to do this, also send riders to all the Jarls. Tell Balgruuf to be ready to host a meeting of all the Jarls, even though we just had one after the wedding. I want the Jarl, housecarl, steward, and the city guard captains. Have a squad of troops as escort for each of them. Ideally they’ll all be there in six days, conference to last ... probably three days, maybe a little less. Tell them to bring their city and hold. Maybe the best idea I’ve ever heard in my life!’ That was the beginning, for of course, he did ask her out. In fact, from that moment on, they spent every spare minute that they could together. After dating for a couple of months, Mark and Sarah, fairly certain that they had found their soul mates and life partners, moved into an apartment together, not far from the beach. In many ways, theirs was a match made in heaven. Sarah and Mark enjoyed the same music, they watched the same classic.