See my husband and me, we never had a honeymoon or a holiday. All we did was work, and a couple years ago I stopped working to get the nursery ready. ...I called my husband and he said he liked the idea of me getting away to relax, and then said maybe it will help. He thought I was putting to much pressure on myself, and that this may help me. He got home and we made love twice that night before I got on the plane the next day. The packet from my sister was delivered with my tickets and so on that. That was where they wanted to go. It was a place college students were discouraged form going to, strictly a working class place, blue collar with a few bikers mixed in. It was my kind of place. Locals. They had a four piece band setting up when we walked in, and all eyes turned to us. There’s always a pecking order in places like this, and the big dogs look you over before deciding whether they want to fuck with you or not. I’ve had to dance a couple of times before, though luckily while not. I’ll text them after breakfast.”It turned out that both already had family plans, so I got my new cleats and spent much of the rest of the day pondering two offensive sweepers and watching a lot of soccer videos to see if I could get further inspiration.Oh, I forgot. I ran into Charlize Sanderson coming into the sporting-goods store where I got the cleats as we were paying. Oddly enough, she was getting new cleats, too.[Ms. Diary, I hadn’t mentioned this earlier, but Charlize and I were team. "Diana, I think we should get married." Just like that, he had blurted it out. "I've been thinking about this for a while and I think it's time we made it official."Diana looked at him with a mixture of concern and surprise. She hadn't been expecting him to propose and this was completely out of left field."Is that how you see our relationship, Steve? We need to make it official?" I'm sorry love, I said that poorly and it came out all wrong. I ... I love you Diana and I want to marry you. Will.