Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

“Hey, Bubu, a bottle of good French wine...Sip it slowly, do you most good. You'…”

“I killed four flies while waiting. Damn, death was everywhere. Man, bird, beast…”

“you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,moving both towards someth…”

“Our disappointment sits between us.”