I will always remember Ikaria fondly as the island that gave me back some of my mojo.
My first week here, I received two marriage proposals: one from a man 12 years my senior, and one from a man 12 years my junior.
Senior cooled off pretty quickly after his unreciprocated declaration of love; but Junior had the flexibility of youth, knew that his sea was full of fresh fish, and took me up on my offer of friendship.
I assume it was a long, lonely winter on Ikaria, but I still considered their offers…even though they proposed after having known me for less than a day and our physical contact stopped at a handshake.
Who am I to question love?
Are the blue waters of the Icarian Sea reason enough to marry?
In the past, women married for land, property, family obligations, and title. Granted, those sorts of rational calculations have been seriously frowned upon since marrying for love became all the rage, but love unions have at best a 50-50 chance of success.
Think about it.
I decided to hang out in Ikaria for a few more days to see if a man my own age would propose.
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Honey, please. Do me the honor and spend the night with both!
Sarah…this is why we love you.