One woman’s covered all her bases by making multiple marriage promises.

Despite the fact that I’ve never had a relationship longer than nine months and that one was with a 15-year-old boy, I still believe in love. I believe in the love of friends and family and despite all evidence against, I believe that I will someday meet a man who will make my life even better. Even with this hope, when I imagine the future, it generally involves a goat farm and some really cute babies, but I’ve blurred out the vision of that burly be-flanneled man of my dreams.

It seems that even though I will meet a guy and tell my friends, “I think I can be with this guy for more than a few months! Yay!” A week or a month later, I’m already washing my hands of another false start. It’s not like I can’t relate to or love men, but all my closest relationships are to ex-boyfriends. It’s for this reason that I’ve set up marriage promises. Lots of them. 

Not only have I ensured that I’ve got a fall-back plan, but in the likely case that some of them get married before I do, I’ve got fall-backs for the fall-backs.

I guess the romantic comedy thing to do is make one promise, but I’ve always been told not to put all my eggs in one basket and this seems like one of those situations where you really don’t want to get your eggs left behind. So I’ve got a bunch of baskets sitting all around the country, living their basket-y lives until the fateful day when our promises go into effect and these eggs get theirs. 

The first promise goes into effect when one of the gents is 27 years old.

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