So This Is How He Did It

Two Sundays past, I was sitting with the boy in his bathroom.  I know, romantic.  But convenient, as that is the only place where we smoke.  (Ewww!  Lungs!  Badness!!  Pictures on cigarette packs!!)  We were talking about everything and nothing.  The boy asked me again for my ring...

I wear my mother's engagement ring on my ring finger, and have for a few years now.

In trips past, the boy has occasionally asked for it and tried it on.  I figured he was 1) weirded out that I wore such a thing and 2) sizing my ring finger.

He asked for it, and I handed it over.  This time, he slipped down onto one knee, looked up at me, and said, "Christine, will you be my wife?"  I said, "Yes," and he put the ring on my finger.  Then we both looked at each other.  And then I said, "Do it again!"

So he took back the ring and asked, "Will you marry me?"  I replied, "I'd be honored," and he put the ring on my finger again.  We left the bathroom.

Sitting near his computer, I asked him to do it again.  This time, he merely put the ring on my finger.  We watched each other.

I know, right?

And in the time-honored tradition of couples everywhere, once we decided to marry each other, we watched porn.