October 1, 2008
The Interrupted Proposal
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…
