The Ask

Apparently "popping the question" is a big deal. A HUGE deal. A deal so MONSTROUSLY LARGE that it can barely be wrestled down by Godzilla himself.

Yeah.

My future husband and I moved in together about a year before we started talking about grad school. He was trying to figure out how to actually make a living in film or a related industry and I was starting a legal assistant job that I was horrible at.

After Hurricane Katrina, he started volunteering for the Red Cross and decided to get a degree in Emergency Management and Disaster Planning. I went back to school and got another useless art degree.

We sat down and had a conversation about our future. It made sense as we were about to start our future. We decided that we would talk about marriage when we had both finished grad school.

About a month after I got my MFA, we had the conversation. It went like this:

Him: We need to talk.
Her: (In my mind: Oh shit! What did I do?) Oh-kay.
Him: I want to marry you.
Her: Oh good. I want to marry you.
Him: Besides, I figure you are as good as I'm going to get.
Her: You're not too bad yourself.

This is not a recreation. It is not an exaggeration. It is literally what happened. (I wrote it down the nest day.)

There was no ring. There were no balloons or champagne. It was just us being us which is why it was perfect and I love it. Also, and most importantly, I got the punch line.

But it's true that the engagement question does set the tone for everything that follows... (dun-dun-dun!)