Now that things were going so well with Ms. Princeton, I felt a little awkward about bending my indoor gardener over the furniture. Especially, since I no longer had any indoor plants. I mean, suppose Alchemy and I fell in love in Fiji. It could happen. One night after champagne-soaked beach sex, betrothals occurred. Then what? If we ended up getting married, indoor gardeners would have to be a thing of the past. Marriage is like that.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 