I'll be that guy who actually walks up to her door, knocks on it and asks her if she'd like to join the jogging group for the whole apartment block, and tell her that she's free to bring her ever-visiting sister or cousin or whatever in the group. Then we'll randomly argue about Germanic Technological Efficiency and how the policies of the State have deteriorated or restructured and we'll play it cool but give each other middle fingers.
Then jogging sessions turn into dinner exchanges, the arguments turn into verbal spars and a Christmas goes by and the exchange one Battleship Iowa affix (!) to a Hugo Boss winter jacket. I don't know what's going on anymore and bad dates become such a norm that Bismarck laughing at me and the growling that comes after is somehow the best thing in the world.
Then one day her sister or cousin or whatever will set her up with a guy because she cares, but somehow or other it doesn't end really well and she looks resigned to hitting 35 single. I'll be 'ayy lmao' and Bismarck'll pound me for being insensitive and points out that I'll be 30 in the same span and still unmarried.
Then we'll argue again, flop on the tatami and really just don't give a crap anymore because damn it, Japan's population is dropping anyway and... stop before shit gets complicated and it's only been a damn year since you met, what are you doing with this girl who's funny and such a bro and...
Ah, damn.
I'll tell her. That I want to be her best friend for life. That bastard who picks on her flaws and is picked on for his. That guy who she can tell her problems to and she who I can just sit with in that quiet night. Because I'm not a romantic or a sap - I just really want to be her and I friggin' love this 33 year-old blonde bombshell from Germany and want to marry her.
'Let's get married,' I'll say.
'If you think you're worthy, then I'm ready.'
Of course I'm not.
But damn if I'm not going to reel in the biggest fish I can catch.
why you guys so noisy to did this and did that...... well... bad news guys.. she is my wife. i already married her long time ago when she was active duty. *stare on her left hand cropped picture* now i get it...
why you guys so noisy to did this and did that...... well... bad news guys.. she is my wife. i already married her long time ago when she was active duty. *stare on her left hand cropped picture* now i get it...
DON'T LET OUR DREAMS BE DREAMS!
Prinz isn't picking up, is she...
And I got the stew nabe prepped and everything...Bismarck (31)
The former German Battleship, now adjusted to life in Japan along with Prinz.
Lives together with her pet cat, Oskar.