Tonight a male friend said he 'liked me for my mind' so I asked him to marry me; i.e. ".... that is such an original line you're gonna hafta marry me". He, "what?" Me, "you'll hafta marry me if you're gonna talk to me like that..."   Him, "ok". Me, "on second thoughts, I've changed my mind". He, "does that mean we're divorced before we're even married?" Me, "fraid so old boy". He, "I don't like you for your mind any more. Does that help?" Me, "too late". He, "that's what I hate about you women, inconsistency".   Ah, wadya do? He sang me a song. I think I'll ask him to marry me again.