I’m getting married in April. Since a lot of people have been asking, here’s how I ended up engaged.
While we were visiting her folks in Florida, we headed to the beach at sunset.
We brought some snacks.
An hour or so later, we had eaten a lot of cheese, drank a little wine, and had decided that we were engaged.
There were no serenades, no stunts destined to be this week’s viral video. Hell, there were no rings. It was how I think it should be: an honest conversation between two people who want to be with each other for a long time.
But here’s a free tip: to keep the romance alive, don’t end that conversation with “So, I guess we’re engaged, huh?”
What do you expect? I’m a rookie at this.
So that was May, 2010.
We didn’t tell anyone for a while. We wanted to wait until we had a ring. This was for Kristin’s benefit: after 80-odd years of diamonds-are-forever propaganda, when you’re a woman in your twenties and you tell another women in their twenties that you’re engaged, you’ll be asked about the ring within 27 seconds.
I won’t dwell on the ring except to say that we picked it out together from a seller on Etsy, and it’s quite pretty.
After the ring showed up, I wanted to do a little gesture to mark that our engagement was officially official.
I was banned from doing anything that might end up on YouTube. I settled on this:
What followed that evening after she got home was some sitcom-level shenanigans. She knew that I had the ring, and was getting annoyed that I wasn’t giving it to her. I definitely didn’t want the ring burning a hole in my pocket any longer than necessary, and I just needed her to look at the fridge. It started like this:
Where’s the butter?
In the fridge. Where else would it be?
Can you come out here and show me?
[Opens fridge without looking at it]
Right here. Where it always is.
Um, right. Of course.
[2 minutes later]
Kristin, where’s the milk?
This went on for a few rounds.
She said yes. … again.
That’s good, because otherwise I’d have to put the fridge magnets back to how they were before: