William will vet you and he won't shovel your walkway.

"This isn't the 60's people don't have a good excuse for getting involved or marrying people on one or two reasons."

"What?"

"Listen. My parent's married because they were in the same religious denomination and my father thought she was cute. That's it. That's fucking it. They have lethargically taken that 40 plus years."

"There was more to it."

"Listen. I only know this, because when I go see them those two things have clearly disappeared and they are like two people who are standing around holding on to just the nostalgia; just the years.They are strangers to themselves. You know? Never given the opportunity to vet themselves properly, those 40 years ago."

"Right."

"I saw a couple out digging their car out yesterday. He's digging the front out. She's digging the sides out. It is a snow day. 20 plus inches. We are all paralyzed right? They are out immediately after it has stopped. They are not laying on some bed together, sitting on the floor playing Parcheesi. They are out here like robots. The snow has given you an opportunity to connect. There is no excuse in this fuckin' day and age when you have so many ways to vet people to perhaps be trapped with. There's social networking sites, instant messages, email, where you go up one side of a person and come down the other long before you even meet them and become arrested by their energy. If you get stuck with someone you decided to move in with because her ass could hold up a tray of glasses with milk in them, then you are setting yourself up."

"Vetting. vetting for what? What are you looking to hire someone into your life like Common Wealth Edison?"

"I'm looking for excitement, not banality or trying to achieve some sort of cultural perfection that my family, friends and co-workers can be proud about. Fuck that. I am looking to flow with what I am given. That is when life gets exciting. I don't want to stand out in the middle of the street trying to dig out a car when the snow outside is creating a beautiful atmosphere inside."

"But I like a woman who can hold up a tray of glasses with her ass. That shit sells tickets."

"And I need to know what someone is thinking. I need to know that this person is humble, at least know where their love is. There is no excuse that two people have barricaded themselves into a relationship, which has surrounded each of them by 20 foot high drifts. This should only happen unless they have made it happen to extend love to each other. Hopefully you've chosen correctly by then."

"I see."

"I hope you can."