SHAMY WEDDING
Sheldon pov
Today was the day that I was marrying the love on my life Amy I have waited 5 year and a half years to marry her I remember when I first met her (thanks to raj and howard of course)
*FlashBack*
Uh-oh. She wants to meet us. I heard raj say
Not us. Him. Howard said
Yes, but him doesn't even know about her Raj said
Howard said Well, him about to find out about her.
Raj said Really? Us gonna tell him?
Who's going to tell whom about what? I said coming in the room
Howard: Sheldon. Hey.
Raj: Hi.
Your surprise confuses me. I live here. I said
Right. So, listen, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon? Howard said
Be more specific. I said
Four thirty. Howard said
That's not afternoon. That's pre-evening. I said
What? Howard
It's a time of day I invented. It better defines the ambiguous period between afternoon and evening. Preevning. I'm fairly certain it will catch on as it fills a desperate need. I said
Right, okay. What are you doing tomorrow pre-evening? Raj said
Well, tomorrow's Saturday. Saturday night is laundry night, so I'll be spending the pre-evening pre-sorting and pre-soaking. I said
Okay, what if I were to tell you, tomorrow, at 4:30 you could meet a woman who has been scientifically chosen to be your perfect mate? Howard said
I would snort in derision and throw my arms in the air, exhausted by your constant tomfoolery. I said
But it's true. But we-we put all your vital information into this dating site, answered all their questions just like you would, and they found a match for you. Her name is Amy Farrah Fowler. Raj said
Please. Even assuming you could answer any question the way I would, the algorithms used by matchmaking sites are complete hokum. I said
And that's exactly the answer we gave to the question, what is your attitude towards online dating" Howard said\
Howard wanted to write mumbo jumbo, but I said no, our Sheldon would say hokum.
Howard: Well, come on, where's your scientific curiosity?
Sheldon: Well, most of it is being applied to unravelling the secrets of the universe while the rest of it's wondering why I'm having this conversation with you.
Raj: Okay, how about this. Even Spock had a date once every seven years.
Sheldon: He didn't date. It was pon farr. His blood boiled with mating lust.
Howard: Okay, well, why don't you start with a cup of coffee, and you can pon farr Amy Farrah Fowler later.
Sheldon: I don't drink coffee.
Howard: All right, you can have a hot chocolate.
Sheldon: As I will not be engaging in this nonsense, my choice of beverage is moot. But for the record, I only drink hot chocolate in months with an R in them.
Howard: Why?
Sheldon: What's life without whimsy?
Howard: Okay, I'm out.
Raj: Sheldon, I've hidden the dirty sock from the roof somewhere in your apartment. Unless you are willing to come with us to meet this girl, it will remain there forever.
Sheldon: You're bluffing.
Raj: Are you willing to risk it?
Sheldon: Curse you.