“Will you?” I said. She nodded, but it was a nervous nod. For some reason I felt uneasy.“Yes,” she said. I slid the ring gently onto her finge....“Marian, when we were in high school. I thought I loved you; now I know I do,” I said. “I trust you. There is nothing else more important than that, nothing.” She nodded.“I know,” she said. “I know.”We didn’t shack up together that night, and I’m not sure why. We did make a date for the following Thursday August 24th 1995, I’d be switching with Hank so. But i some how found a filippina dating website while I am/was married to my Korean wife out of fun i decided to try this pinay dating website for fun see if it's real or not as i'm skeptical about these dating sites.true to form i found lots and lots of desperate women from philippines wanting to know me and willing eager to date / marry a foreignerI'd say over the coarse of 2 years I've selected total of 5 Girls to marry (pictures are on my picture gallery)01/2012 to 2013GF #1 was Michelle. Several minutes later he returned, brandishing a letter in one hand and his spectacles in another. “I thought my eyes were giving me away again, girl, but this time you are the one mistaken!” He thrust the letter at me. “Slovenia, see?”I glanced at the letter long enough to see that indeed it did say, ‘Bratislava, Slovenia’, but stood my ground firmly. “Mayhap the letter does say so, Uncle James, but the residents of Bratislava consider themselves Slovakians, not Slovenians.”This quite. I giggled as I ran up to my room and jumped on my bed. Settling down I thought for a minute. I wondered what we were going to do today and the rest of the long weekend. It was a holiday and also my parent's anniversary, so they were going away for the weekend. We would be alone for four days. Something we had done before, so it wasn't too big of a deal. I headed to my mom's room, cookie half in my mouth. I flopped down on her bed as she packed her bag, I watched as she put jeans and a sweat.