It’s official…

Barry proposed to me today!

Yes, even though we’ve been talking about getting married for some time now… even though it already feels like we ARE married (and a lot of people assume we are)… I was holding out for a real, old-fashioned proposal.

I’ve never been proposed to before, and it’s an experience I wanted to enjoy.

Okay, that’s not entirely true.  Marilyn Manson (yes, the goth-inspired singer) did propose to me once at a bar that I was bartending at, and he was hanging out at with a mutual buddy, one of the radio DJs from the local alternative music station.  But his two different eyes kinda freaked me out, and besides, I was already married at the time, so… I had to turn him down gently.

And the reason I was previously married without ever being proposed to was that I had read an article in the paper about Sadie Hawkins Day (Feb. 29) one leap year.  The tradition said that if a woman proposed to a man on Sadie Hawkins Day, he either had to say yes or buy her a red dress.  I figured there was nothing to lose (red was my favorite color and I could have used a new dress!) so I did it — no fanfare, no forethought, just an off-the-cuff question — and the rest was history (except that it took another six and a half years to actually get married, but that’s a different story).

Anyhow, I didn’t want any repeating patterns in this relationship, so just “getting married” wasn’t in the cards.  Turns out Barry’s a romantic, too, and wanted to do something special when he proposed, so he decided to wait for that opportune unique and memorable moment…

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