Today is my anniversary - Mr. Delusional and I have shared a whopping 13 years together. We are both still alive, and neither one of us are in jail, so I consider this marriage to be a success. I must let it be known that I'm not a fancy, frilly, girly-girl type of person (shocking, I know!) I don't particularly care for flowers, I don't like having to dress up (jeans and sneakers are my preferred choices), and I'm not big on romance...I'd rather just cut to the chase than go through all the wooing and swooning. I guess I'm more like a man than a woman... cest la vie.
So, with that little tid-bit about me - let me just take you down memory lane, dear readers - to the evening of my marriage proposal.
*insert groovy music as we time warp back 13 years and a few months*
Mr. Delusional and I had been spending long hours together talking about all things that really make my heart melt - politics, religion, culture (hey, I've got a scientific mind, not a Harlequin Romance one - these are the things I adore!) Anyhow, a lot of this time was spent talking over the 10 cent hot wings at Boston Pizza (the romance continues)...
...So, one day we were sitting there in BPs waiting for our wings to come, when Mr. Delusional reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring box. The lady at the table next to us did one of those ultra fem *gasp* things with her hand fluttering around her throat and her lady companion turns and quietly says, "Aweeeeee!"
However, it didn't go down the way that they thought it would. There was no getting on the knee, there was no taking of my hand and saying "Hethr, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" nope...I wouldn't have had that anyhow...instead this happened:
Mr. Delusional sorta tossed the ring box on the table and said, "So....you wanna do this thing or what?"
The ladies at the table next to us choked on their own disbelief as they saw me light up and say, "Hell yeah!"
And thus, began my life with my man. Unorthodox and uncouth...but I wouldn't have it any other way!
13 hours ago