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Everyone says I'm a misogynist and my fiance is a gold digger, but we're still getting married.

Oh.

You know, if you find the one.

And this is a direct submission to OK Storytime.

This is one of you guys.

A misogynist and gold digger.

Oh, boy.

My fiance, female 33, loves Reddit and has wanted to... This is one of you guys. A misogynist and gold digger. Oh, boy.

My fiance, female 33, loves Reddit and is wanted to post events from our life for a while,

but I, male 50, have been reluctant to expose herself to trolls, as we have enough of those in our lives already.

As we have finally decided to get married, I have relented, as this is now our last opportunity to get an independent view ahead of the big day.

Full disclosure, I am typing this, but my editor-in-chief, fiance, is sitting right next to me.

I am also going to disclose the red flags we are accused of in event order, rather than a simple list, as the feedback will only go one way without context. By the way, this comes from Blueberry Frog 06 on the R-slash-O-K story time sub-riddit. And again, this is one of you guys, and if you want to share your story, go on to the R-slash-O-K story-time sub-R. Come forth, Blueberry Frog 06. Show yourself. We must see you.

Number one.

The gold digger appeals.

I first met my fiancé while doing Christmas shopping in Herod's, just doing the tourist thing while in London and wanted to grab some branded souvenirs for family.

I was on the ground floor by the escalator, reading the big sign next to it, which listed what was on each floor.

Some rude tourists who would not wait barged down the last few steps of the escalator and knocked a small woman down the final couple of steps.

She did not fall, but did that staggered run forwards trying to not fall.

I did not catch her as my hands were full of bags, but we did end up doing a rather firm, full frontal body check. She embarrassed Lee said sorry, and I replied that I knew it was not her fault and made some joke along the lines of, in some cultures, we would probably have to get married after that. Smooth. I don't know exactly what that means, goes smooth. That is pretty smooth. We went our separate ways. A few days later, I received a DM on a well-known dating app, which simply said, I think I recognize your photo. Are you the person I'm supposed to marry from Herod's last week? What a coincidence. Was that smooth criminal?

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