Achilles has had his share of challenges with his girlfriend Sharon off and on for the last ten years. There were times he wanted to just pack it in and end it. But Sharon has stood the test of time. Achilles’ only weakness.
He finished his shift at the salon, and rode his motorcycle home, just like any other Friday afternoon.
He went home and set the table in the dining room. Then he started cooking up a really nice dinner. He made the salad, grilled the veggies, cooked the steaks to perfection. He’s Greek. They can do everything.
The table was set. Candles glowed in the dimly lit room. Romantic music played softly in the background. Sharon would be home any minute. Achilles gently laid a bouquet of flowers at her place on the table.
She came through the door, to see him standing next to the table smiling. She paused, and then saw the flowers at her place.
“What did you do?” she said accusingly, as if he had done all of this because he done something bad.
Sharon approached the table. Achilles continued to smile. Beyond the flowers was a small black velvet box.
“Open it…” he said calmly.
With trembling hands, Sharon picked up the tiny vessel. Glancing up at him as she slowly opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond engagement ring.
She said yes.
And they lived happily ever after. (Fingers crossed!)
Yea… Achilles is getting married!
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