Sundays - Here's Where The Story Ends

When you get to my age the girls are all biological clock-driven. The thought of marriage is no longer just a childhood fantasy but something that is realistically within their grasp. And as more and more of their girlfriends start saying "I do", the more it starts becoming a race against each other. It's like a swim meet and they're all on the starting boards; everyone is watching; and they’re all trying to beat each other to the shallow end.

The guys on the other hand don't care much for swimming, the only swimming that sounds remotely interesting to them is the breast stroke. If you look closely in the shallow end you'll see the men hiding along the side of the wall and trying to hold their breaths as long as they can. Their friends are getting married, and they’re thinking to themselves, "thank god it's not me", and they start wondering how much longer they can hold out. Meanwhile as the girls are frantically flapping their arms in the water, it's only a matter of time before they get to the boys at the shallow end and try to squeeze out any last bits of air they have left in their lungs. Sadly enough this is what marriage is all about.