My name is Ken Warner. I'm 55 years old, and I live in Rochester, NY.
My "sometimes fiancée" Molly and I were together for 7 years, and then broke up for 2 and half years. Last January, we started back up again. Now here's the problem:
I drive a 1991 BMW 325i, and I decided to replace the radio with one that would work with my iPod and Sirius receiver. I went out and bought the new radio, along with all the proper parts suggested by the salesman. But when I removed my old radio, I noticed that the wiring harnesses didn't match.
Molly looked at me and asked "Are you sure you can fix that thing?"
"Of course," I replied. "I'll just get the wiring diagram off the internet and gerry-rig the wires together." She looked at me lovingly, proud of the resourceful and wonderful man she was now engaged to.
And so I went on line, but every site I went to cautioned me about one very important instruction: "Don't cut the wiring harness!"
For two full weeks, Molly looked at the mass of wiring hanging down from the dashboard of the car and asked, "Are you sure you can fix that?" while I assured her and searched for an answer.
Then, one night - fortified with some serious Irish whiskey, I stole down to the garage, wire clippers in hand, determined to fix this thing once and for all.
Just as I was ready to cut the wires, I saw a vision of Click and Clack before me, shaking their heads, and mouthing the words: "Don't cut the wiring harness!"
What did I do? I did what any reasonable guy would do! I took the car to the local audio shop and had them install the new radio. It works perfectly...
Here's my problem. When Molly got into the car the next day, and I proudly played tunes from my iPod - she said "Wow! I really didn't think you could do that! You really are the man of my dreams!!!!"
And so, once again, I did what any reasonable man would do! I lied! I said, "Of course I did it, honey! I'm perfect!!!"
Now, what do I do - I'm afraid she'll find out, and conclude that I've gone back to my old lyin' ways - and then I will lose her!