Those are huge hands!
Guinness or Marriage?
I know you would rather get a personal letter from me, but some daze the
web is better because I can be sure of the presentation. Right about now
you are probably sitting at your desk reading this, which is good, because
my news is gonna shock you.
Now, I was thinking about doing it for a while now. I first thought
about it when Jingmei and I were on a Thai beach, but I dismissed the
though at the time as foolish. Then, over the past few months as we lived
in the UK, I though about it seriously.
I was planning on doing it on a warm moonlit Florida beach this
Christmas, with the stars and surf forming a romantic backdrop.
Unfortunately, that plan didn’t happen. Instead, I did it on a clear, crisp
afternoon in an Oxford park.
I asked Jingmei to marry me.
Yes, you read that last sentence right, Playboy Wayan is settling down.
After many years and many women, I’ve found Miss Right and I can’t think
of a single reason why we shouldn’t tie the knot. Luckily for me,
Jingmei is of the same mind and agreed with my wild proposal.
Neither of us are the type to make a decision and then wait around to
follow through with it, so there’s no long wait between the proposal and
the marriage. We’re planning on a simple service in January at Oxford. Of
course, if you’re around then, you’re more than welcome to join us on that
happy day. We’ll need two witnesses anyway because we’re waiting until her
graduation in September before we bring the families together for a group
Oh yeah, all you conspiracy theorist can chill-out too. There ain’t no
kid or shotgun-wielding Dad rushing us into this. There is a very elegant
method in our insane madness and as soon as we figure it out, we’ll tell