A drunken Saturday night conversation.
Setting: Driving to The Bar. Two friends and their boyfriends, the friend of one of the boyfriends, and me. I'm driving. And everyone else? Shaking my car with their dancing in the backseat. No, actually, it's only the boys who are dancing. And singing. In harmony. To the Charlie's Angels soundtrack.
"Oh, this is nice, it's all couples."
"Except for you two."
"But you two can be a couple!"
"Then it could be like Noah's ark!"
"Don't you like him?"
"You two would be cute together."
"Let's marry you two off!"
"One, two, three! By the power invested in me, you're married!"
"So, how does it feel to be married?"
"Surprisingly, it feels the same as it did about thirty seconds ago."
"It's awesome, dude. Now we can have unprotected sex."