I'm actually really having trouble hitting the
OMG....
I'm getting married!
...well, engaged.
Soon! (ish)
....well, as soon as the boy proposes...we've been discussing for months but always in the context of "when we get there" - "in a year or two" - "I'm getting there" - "no rush".....
(Context: I've BEEN there - but despite being Mr. Commitment, SOMEBODY breaks out in hives every time the word "marriage" is uttered.)
But a weeks or so ago he brought me up short mid-snuggle when he asked me - "You're not going to be completely comfortable until I wifey you, are you?" (shit. no. Just cynical little me - when location of money = exact locale of mouth - then I'll be a believer!) "Soon, baby, soon. I'll do it soon." Oh SHIT! The word "SOON" has NEVER entered into his side of the conversation.... and the minor freakout begins.
Of course the wretched man is toying with me now...A week later he's telling me that "Soon" only means "Imminent" - as in, it'll happen, just who knows when. You know, like Seventh-day Adventists have believed Jesus is coming "soon" since, oh, 1844! But then he follows up with a little commentary about how he knows women have a "drop-dead date" and if you don't hurry up and ask by whatever arbitrary date they've fixated on, you're massively SOL. ...
He guessed mine is August 1, 2010 - our 2-year. Actually, it's more like February or March 2012 BUT HE DOES NOT NOT NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!! ( You are all completely FORBIDDEN to tell him otherwise! I mean it! If he's ready, and he thinks I'm raring to go I'm going to let him do it!) Hot DAMN! I love it when psychic powers go awry!
But EEEEEEP!
Am I really ready for this? On a grounded, rational level I know I am - but there's a piece of me up in my brain that's still a little bit freaked out at the prospect of a life-long, no ifs ands or buts, you're done, no second-guessing (even though of COURSE we both will...that's the nature of the beast as I understand it) no second chances, no on to the next one.... Sounds perfect...-ly petrifying. Oh dear.
I'm a little scared myself now, come to it. Holp? Happy! Holp? (Lather, rinse, repeat) :) (hee)
I'm getting married!
...well, engaged.
Soon! (ish)
....well, as soon as the boy proposes...we've been discussing for months but always in the context of "when we get there" - "in a year or two" - "I'm getting there" - "no rush".....
(Context: I've BEEN there - but despite being Mr. Commitment, SOMEBODY breaks out in hives every time the word "marriage" is uttered.)
But a weeks or so ago he brought me up short mid-snuggle when he asked me - "You're not going to be completely comfortable until I wifey you, are you?" (shit. no. Just cynical little me - when location of money = exact locale of mouth - then I'll be a believer!) "Soon, baby, soon. I'll do it soon." Oh SHIT! The word "SOON" has NEVER entered into his side of the conversation.... and the minor freakout begins.
Of course the wretched man is toying with me now...A week later he's telling me that "Soon" only means "Imminent" - as in, it'll happen, just who knows when. You know, like Seventh-day Adventists have believed Jesus is coming "soon" since, oh, 1844! But then he follows up with a little commentary about how he knows women have a "drop-dead date" and if you don't hurry up and ask by whatever arbitrary date they've fixated on, you're massively SOL. ...
He guessed mine is August 1, 2010 - our 2-year. Actually, it's more like February or March 2012 BUT HE DOES NOT NOT NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!! ( You are all completely FORBIDDEN to tell him otherwise! I mean it! If he's ready, and he thinks I'm raring to go I'm going to let him do it!) Hot DAMN! I love it when psychic powers go awry!
But EEEEEEP!
Am I really ready for this? On a grounded, rational level I know I am - but there's a piece of me up in my brain that's still a little bit freaked out at the prospect of a life-long, no ifs ands or buts, you're done, no second-guessing (even though of COURSE we both will...that's the nature of the beast as I understand it) no second chances, no on to the next one.... Sounds perfect...-ly petrifying. Oh dear.
I'm a little scared myself now, come to it. Holp? Happy! Holp? (Lather, rinse, repeat) :) (hee)