I mean, I've never had a time where I wasn't judged for what I look like." She said, and Erin stopped. "So what if it does? You've got a great man tha... loves you, and a good friend to cry to when things get hard." She said, and Jamie smiled. "I know. Thank you." She said, and Erin shook her head. "Don't thank me yet." She said, and Jamie looked at her, confused. It was then that Erin pushed her into the pool. "Now you can thank me." Erin said, as she crouched down to look at Jamie. Grumbling,. I could, with time and effort, demonstrate to her that I was, indeed, the 76-year-old man I had claimed was my absent grandfather. Having convinced her of the truth of that assertion, I would then discuss with her all of the terrible implications. It would be very much like a young man's having to tell his fiancé that he had acquired some awful disease that was near-certain to limit his lifespan to something far shorter than the two of them might otherwise have expected.And even setting aside. "I haven't been into it too deeply, but yes. There is also the fact that you just have the money sitting it the bank and it isn't even earning enough to cover inflation let alone the value of the pound itself, whereas this will hold its value and even increase over a period of time."That got her thinking, but she wasn't entirely satisfied."You haven't told me how much you get for weddings," she repeated the question."I've only done a small amount of research, but it appears that the idiots are. I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to meet you. So I had to set up a plan. Sending you a message would never happen. I’m way too shy for that, so I started to investigate every event on town, every bar or place where I could meet you ‘by accident’. And there it was! The local dungeon’s munch. You announced on your profile you intended to attend. It was happening the same night of my arrival to town, but I, sure as hell, was going. I looked for other people going.