Oh, And I'm Engaged

like you, nostalgic imaginary internet friends, sometimes i find myself thinking about my past relationships. sometimes that's because i think about recent relationships and what's gone wrong with them. sometimes that's because i wonder what my next relationship should be like.

and sometimes it's because my past relationship IMs me.

so i dated this Adorable guy um, (oh-my-holy-god) TEN years ago. for three months. it was completely bizarre and hysterical and happened over a very very cold new york winter and it started because i gave my number to a guy he worked with when i was schlepping coffee dressed in a minnie mouse costume.

(i couldn't make this up if i tried.)

and since then, we've been in touch on and off. usually through IM and usually to discuss important things like the weather, what relationship disasters we've created lately, and, well, jerry springer* (STEVE! STEVE! STEVE! STEVE!).

so anyway, recently we were IMing and reminiscing about those three months, wherein he was working for a Very Serious financial services company and funny things happened like he took his 19-year-old girlfriend** to the Formal Company Holiday Party and she drank 349 tom collinses and then led the conga line and almost got fired from her internship the next day. and also we laughed about his living (literally, he slept there) at one of the wealthiest country clubs in connecticut.

then at one point in this recent IM conversation, Mr. Adorable announced that he thought we should maybe just get married.

hmmm. interesting.

he explained that because:

1. we've made it ten years and are still talking (and enjoying doing so), and that's more than lots of people can say...
   
   
2. we don't seem to be doing a stellar job with our other relationships...
   
   
3. getting married to each other would take *that* pressure off both of us...
   

and


4. it would be fun...

it seemed like a good idea to him.

so i asked, "would you move from connecticut? or would i have to leave san francisco?"

but he said, "no, no, nothing like that. we could just meet occassionally somewhere in the middle. like chicago."

and the more we IMed, the more it sounded like a fine arrangement: be married to a great guy; keep everything else pretty much the same. i mean, i figure we'd stop seeing other people once we were old enough to have to live together or until i was ready to have kids. but that's not for like, 5 or 10 more years.

so, yep, i agreed.

"you should ask your imagingary internet friends what they think first, though," he said. "we could be the first couple in history to get married (or not) by Blog Opinion."

so there it is. we now have the like, the modern-day version of asking for my hand in marriage -- but, you know, instead of asking my father (and by the way, Dad, kev says hi), Mr. Adorable's asking my blog.

watcha think?



(and not to sway your opinions or anything, but you could all totally come to the wedding, which we agreed should be in denver in november.)




*i would also totally marry jerry springer. not the point, i know, but i'm just sayin'.

** that would be me.