It’s 1576.
Gary, an Englishman, who lived in a small village by the sea was tired. He was over it. He had been courting Samantha for years, and her family was not a fan. He had not enough land to be worth her hand. He tried to court Gwen earlier, but again, her family was stingy with their praise.
“Maybe after you increase your holdings,“ they said.
His brother married the first woman who would sleep with him. He had to, she was immediately pregnant. all 16 year olds at the time were popping out kids like candy.
“If you don’t have at least four, you’ll never have one get old enough to take your land.” his brother would say.
Gary sat at the public house and Gwen, looking over her shoulder, sat beside him and whispered, “My parents don’t know I’m here. I think you should take my hand. I’m almost 23 and I’m not getting any younger. I worry if they hold me for any longer that I’ll not be able to have the four children the lord requires and I’ll have wasted my life.”
“But I only own a few acres. It’s only enough to feed a family of five.“
“Well, love should matter more. We will figure it out. Maybe go on one of those crusades and come back with Muslim wealth untold.“
It’s 2026.
Gary, an Englishman, who lived in the big city by the sea was tired. He was over it. He had been texting Samantha for days, and her fat friend was not a fan. He didn’t have enough rizz to be worth the Uber ride over. He tried to sleep with Gwen earlier, but again, her Facebook Group “Are we dating the same guy?” was ruthless about his Rizz.
“Maybe after you apologize for ghosting me last year,“ they said.
His brother married the first woman who would sleep with him. He had to, she was badgering him about children after the first date. All 35 year olds at the time were signing up for IVF and popping fertility drugs like they candy.
“Hey, a real man dates a woman his age and pays for the procedure. If she doesn’t get to have kids by 42 then I’ll have wasted her best years of 35 to 42!” his brother would say
Gary sat at the bar and Gwen, looking over her shoulder, sat beside him and texted him, “My friends don’t know I’m here. I think we should go to your place and chill. I’m almost 35 and I’m not getting any younger. I worry that if Bill isn’t actually going to leave his wife for me and Terry isn’t answering my calls when I asked him where this was going with us. I want a baby and don’t want to have those men waste my life.”
“But I only have a rental, a one bedroom in the city. It’s barely enough to fit me and you.“
“Well, love matters more. Take more hours at work and sell off your bitcoin. You can come back and buy that lovely home from the Muslims who live outside the city. They are asking 2 million but will probably take an offer for less.“