I recently met with the man I love in San
Diego and proposed to him at a bar. In this drunken margarita stupor, I
realized what a huge mistake I’d made and that it was too late to take it back.
So there we both were, in a sun-drenched bar with my sun-kissed man following a
walk on the beach. There it was where I heard an answer I didn’t want to hear
to a question I didn’t want to ask.