I haven't told anyone else up here about this, but I almost got married. This was a few years ago, down in Oakland. I was seeing this woman named Mary, and things were going pretty great. I proposed to her in on a night cruise in the bay. Well, I guess it's my luck that I end up with women who don't really love me. We made it four months into our engagement, then just a few weeks before we were supposed to be married I came home to find her packing her things.
She said she needed some space, and insisted it was nothing I did but finally admitted she thought I was boring. She had met another man through the internet and they were moving to Vegas. I was heartbroken and took this job in Alaska to get away from the memories. And I've been here ever since.