Charles had insisted that he was NOT going to ever marry me and that he was quite happy being a bachelor again. I, of course, didn’t agree with this concept in the slightest. But how exactly is a subtle woman like me supposed to let him know this?
   I had acquired a lot of junk over the years in my wardrobes and cabinets. I still don’t know exactly why or how but I had quite a collection of wedding veils. I would on occasion pull one out and leave it laying around the house somewhere for him to stumble across. It didn’t appear to be working at all though.
   I also happened to be very lucky at catching bridal bouquets. Those also got left around the house for him to find. Every time I went to a wedding reception and there was cake, guess what I left in the kitchen on the table for him? Yes, a nice big slice of wedding cake.

   I think that he eventually took the hint.

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