I have noticed something a smidgen odd...

My father used to say: "Son, don't ever get married. And if you do, don't marry a woman." This limits my choices considerably, but that is not the topic of today.

Rather, it is a peculiar trait I noticed about myself lately. My Special Friend often refers to me as "an odd little man" and really, this is a very perceptive comment. (She's pretty perceptive.) Anyhoo, this trait relates to alcohol.

Poland, like South Korea, values a good drinking binge. I foresee a time in the not-too-distant future when, much like in the States, people in Poland will be completely unable to relate to each other while sober. To help achieve this goal, Polish beer is about 13% alcohol. (American beer is maybe 5-6%) Vodka, the breakfast of East European champions, clocks in at between 40 and 50% alcohol.

With not much to do in our little Polish town now that classes are over and work is, at this point, only a promise (hint: work-study programs work best when we have work to do), we have been Polish-izing ourselves through alcohol consumption. This is pretty new to me and I have a tendency to get mind-numbingly drunk after half a mug of beer or two shots of Vodka. Now, ordinary men might get drunk, urinate on the sidewalk, grope random pensioners and call it a work week. Not I. I, I have noticed, tend to propose marriage to semi-random females. Luckily, they were sensible women from good homes (one of whom has a husband by the way-the devil is in the details, yes?) who turned me down. So I'm doing pretty good so far. But I just had a horrifying thought....

What if someone says yes?