And in the spirit of debate noted above, I'm going to take issue with the following statement:

Smartest thing I ever did was to ask my best friend to marry me.

Personally, I think that's about the worst thing two people can do! My best friend Laura and I tried being a couple for several years--and it was mostly a positive experience. But at some point I think we both realized that what we were really doing was trying to elevate copulation--a biological imperative--into something far more deep and profound and binding that it actually is. We've long since split up as a couple, yet our friendship is 1,000 times stronger than ever. So I would strongly suggest you bang people you've got moderate affection for, but reserve your closest friendships for those people whose importance to you transcends the physical. Or, to put that in the parlance of a beloved 80s song, "I get my kicks above the wasteline, Sunshine!"

Matt -- it wasn't planned, believe me.  We were on vacation on Skyline Drive in Virginia and we'd hiked up the side of the mountain.  There, on a rock outcropping overlooking the Shenandoah Valley, drinking red wine from my Camelbak, the whole thing just suddenly overtook me.  I popped the question before I had even given myself a chance to talk myself out of it. 

It's all in the moment, Matt.  But what's right is right, you know?  I said before, I knew Eric was "the one" when we first met. 

I'd had my fill of meaningless sexual encounters -- and believe me, I had plenty -- but all that does is fulfill the needs of the body.  Not the spirit.  I love him like I've never loved anyone.  I say, go for it!!! 

Hey! Where else could I offend so many people with such little effort?

Aw, c'mon John.  You're a smart guy -- you could offend people anywhere!