He looked rough, had an unkempt beard, and wore dirty clothes, but there was something in his eyes. A kindness and a sadness that made me pause.
A homeless man | Source: Pexels
That's when an idea struck me. It was crazy, but it felt like the perfect solution to all my problems.
"Excuse me," I said to the man. "This might sound crazy, but, um, would you like to get married?"
The man's eyes widened in shock. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Look, I know this is weird, but hear me out," I said, taking a deep breath. "I need to get married ASAP. It would be a marriage of convenience. I'd provide you with a place to live, clean clothes, food, and some money. In return, you'd just have to pretend to be my husband. What do you say?"
He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. I was sure he thought I was kidding.
A close-up shot of a man's face | Source: Midjourney
"Lady, are you for real?" he asked.
"Completely," I assured him. "I'm Miley, by the way."
"Stan," he replied, still looking bewildered. "And you're seriously offering to marry a homeless guy you just met?"
I nodded.
