Well, "Debbie Earl", that is quite a story. You say that you have "every intent of making you my partner in the reproduction of my kind". Does your kind reproduce? That surprises me, because I had assumed you were a completely unique example of a divine experiment which would under no circumstances be repeated again! Well, God moves in strange ways, doesn't He?
I can't offer you much hope in your quest, Debbie Earl. You see, no Rutledge female has ever married someone named "Debbie", and I do not intend to be the first to break what is a sacred family tradition. No indeed. Now if your name were something more like "Margaret Alfred Cuddlesmore" or "Hermione John Lilywhite", then it might be within the realm of possibility that I would consider you as a future husband. But... "Debbie Earl"? Not a chance!
Your recent absorption of higher knowledge is impressive, and it has certainly had a salutary effect on your vocabulary, but I must advise you of one thing: "Earthen" (sic) minds did not "concieve" Baroque Chamber Music of the period from 1734 to 1785. They conceived it.