Real Proposal Stories

After Bianca’s ass-clown boyfriend harshed all of our mellows, it might be fun to talk about how people actually get engaged these days, which is usually a lot less “and then he knelt down in the middle of Central Park,” and more “I am not signing this damn lease until you tell me I can tell people we’re getting married” or “oh, right, we should probably get married, or something.”

No, it’s true! Hollywood lies!

I’ll go first:

He wanted me to get him a glass of milk. I didn’t want to, because I was in my underwear and it was really cold, and I’m mean, so I said, “what’s in it for me?” and he said “perhaps a promise to be in this sort of bliss forever?”

And I said, “you better not be messing with me,” and got up and brought him a glass of milk. And then he proposed. And he was so freaked out he had to immediately go do martial arts for three hours while I watched the first SATC movie on cable…and also freaked out. But we are very, very happy and love each other like wow.

Now you!

(Also, I’m going to be super-embarrassed now if everyone else’s stories involve ring boxes and meals at Tavern on the Green followed by simultaneous orgasms.)

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