Speed Dating Events

If you are following your heart religiously, there is no reason to call him. He should be calling you, and calling you again and again until he pins you down for a date.

To call men is to pursue them, which is totally against your heart. They will immediately know that you like them and possibly lose interest! Another reason not to call men is so you don’t catch them in the middle of something—watching a football game, paying bills, entertaining a friend, or even sleeping— when they may not be in the mood to talk to you. Why take a chance? Read the rest of this entry »

A lover who is more than ready for the strike is Andrew Marvell. One of the most famous propositions of all time is the poetical reproach he addressed To His Coy Mistress some time in the swinging seventeenth century. The time and effort he’s invested in the seduction has led him to feel he’s overdue for his reward. Why doesn’t she come through?

This witty poem has had a comical history. It always appears in anthologies under ‘Love Poems‘, whereas in reality it’s a sparkling piece of aggro, obviously written in a fit of teeth-grinding frustration. Read the rest of this entry »

But often when a man makes an ill-considered plunge into wedlock, it is more a question of his falling than being pushed. Such is the case of H. G. Wells’s hero in The History of Mr Polly. Vague feelings of dissatisfaction with his life, ambitions to open a shop, a sunny afternoon in the park and the presence of a girl he has been seeing for some time, all come together in one fatal impulse:

One did ought to be happy in a shop,’ said Miriam, with a note of unusual softness in her voice . . .‘I could be happy in a shop,’ he said.His sense of effect had made him pause. Read the rest of this entry »

The truly modern woman, however, does not just timidly bleat ‘marry me’, with a great big question mark. As imagined by the irreplaceable Joe Orton in his black comedy, Loot, she moves swiftly in on the kill, then goes for the jugular with the grace of a panther.

Fay has been the resident nurse during the last illness of

McLeavy’s wife:

FAY: You’ve been a widower for three days. Have you considered a second marriage yet?

MCLEAVY: A second wife would be a physical impossibility. Read the rest of this entry »

DOLLY LEVI: Horace, you can’t deny it, your wife would have to be a SOMEBODY. Answer me: am I a somebody?

VANDERGELDER: You are . . . you are . . . A wonderful woman.

DOLLY LEVI: Oh, you’re partial.

VANDERGELDER: Dolly, everybody knows that you could do anything you wanted to do Read the rest of this entry »

Brutally Ransome fights off all remonstration, all reproach: ‘do you suppose I pretend not to be selfish?’ he demands. ‘She’s mine or she isn’t, and if she’s mine she’s all mine.’ Even the pleas of Verena herself have no impact on him:

‘Oh, let me off, let me off . . . its too terrible, it’s impossible. Now I want you to go away — I will see you tomorrow, as long as you wish. That’s all I want now; if you will only go away it’s not too late, and everything will be alright!’

In answer, Ransome simply states:

We shall catch the night train for New York, and the first thing in the morning we shall be married. Read the rest of this entry »

Yonder a maid and her wight

Go whispering by,

War’s annals will fade into night

Ere their story die.

It is LOVELY WHEN DUKES FIND their Duchesses. Or any kind of lord or lordling, baron or baronet. But making a magic proposal is not the monopoly of a titled or educated man. The wonders of falling in love and wanting to marry are available to all comers, high and low alike. It’s a real- life drama of dreams come true for every new couple. Read the rest of this entry »