Him: Stop the presses! You’re simply divine!
What would it take for you to be mine?
Her: (Eyebrows raised in mock fashion, she grins, then whips
out a "scroll" type of list and begins reading, over-dramatic
and gushy)
You must shop with me from mall to mall.
And bring me flowers for no reason at all.
You must frolic through meadows in your hairy bare feet,
And help me catch butterflies. I think that would be neat.
You must help me with laundry, and washing the dishes.
And you'd pick up after yourself. That's what my fondest wish is.
(Note: ....This continues on in this manner, until the man
gets his chance to respond....)
Her: So, what do you think, are you up the challenge?
Can you be mine? Do you think you can manage?
Him: (Sarcastically. Small actions can be made up to do each
verse, if desired)
You've got be kidding, please tell me you're joking
Upon hearing that list, I find that I'm choking. (grabs throat and
gasps)
I won't be caught shopping from mall to mall,
And, are you serious, flowers for no reason at all?
Frolicking through the meadow is definitely out!
It's obvious you have no clue what us men are about.
(Note: He continues with his tirade, then begins his own list
of demands, to which she turns him down. He finally comes to a conclusion)
Him: If that's what it takes to make you my "lass"
Then there's only one solution: I think I'll pass.
(Note: Here is where the couple is at a "stale
mate," until they notice a special book, that may help them make
sense of it all.)