My boyfriend and I were always laughing and having fun. We both had the same quirky sense of humor and enjoyed the same activities and even shared a passion: salsa dancing. It was a constant joy fest when we were together. But, for various (and really, pretty lame) reasons he decided I was not the right one to marry and he just had to be married. Even though he admitted that he would never again meet anyone with whom he could have so much fun he cried out in pitifully: “I don’t want to have fun, I want to be happy!!” Oh-hhh-K.
Aftermath: He has now traded in joyfulness and fun for ho-hum mediocrity with a new lady. What he really needed is someone to control. That’s his idea of happiness.