Husband Material

I got the inspiration for this post from my friend's new blog, Husband Material. You should check it out.
Pictured above is my future husband, Atif. To protect his identity, I won't say which of those ruggedly attractive men is him. He had me at, “Snakes have TWO penises.” I think I won him over with my delectable Easter pasties, but he'd probably tell you it was my stunning beauty. It really doesn't matter.
We realized our future together when we met while both studying last spring abroad at the University of Bristol in England. That considered, our meeting was pretty miraculous; we could have gone about our entire life in the United States and never have known the other existed! What fortunate stars we have. I can't wait until we get to spend our golden years swapping strange animal facts, eating halal pizza and me teaching him to play the flute.
The best part of this whole marriage business? Islam. That's right, polygamy. That means that while Atif is off running some multinational corporation in China, I get two other co-wives to party it up with, help me raise the llamas on the farm, have awesome movie marathons and other such important things. We've discussed it and think that with low price of land in the areas surrounding San Fransisco, we'll probably settle down there, at least until California sinks into the Pacific. I'll update you when I and my co-wives start accepting applications for a fourth wife. You know, the one who'll actually have his kids and stuff.