The Proposal, Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Ask The Girl To Marry Me
On Christmas evening, long after gifts had been exchanged and the family had left, me and Bunny went to my room to just kind of chill out after a long day. She sat on my bed, reading her new vegan cookbooks.
Me, I’m over at my dresser just fiddling around, nervous as all hell. I mess around with my iPod and hit play. The opening theme from “Star Wars” begins to play (romantic, right?).
She’s not paying me any attention, immersed in her new books. I turn and tell her that I’ve got another gift for her, one I hadn’t given her earlier. And from my dresser I take out a copy of Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore.
(It’s probably worth noting that Christopher Moore is Bunny’s favorite author ever and BF is the first book of his that she read.)
She’s a bit confused at first becuase it’s a book that she already has. The cover is different than her’s, prompting the question:
“What is this? A special edition?”
“Um, yeah.”
“What’s different about it?”
“Well, you’ll just have to open it up and find out.”
She does. Inside, scrawled in Chris Moore’s own handwriting is this note:
“Hi Bunny. So, Justin’s a nice guy, if a bit of a fucktard, but in a nice way.I think you should probably marry him.
(signed) Christopher Moore.”
“Wha—”
She turns, and I’m holding the ring box (in my nervousness, upside down, actually… I don’t think she noticed). I open it and she, well, flips out.
She doesn’t even wait for me to ask. She grabs the ring (which was my grandmother’s), immediately throws it on her finger.
After a good five minutes of her holding her hands to her face, hugging me, crying, asking repeatedly “Is this real? Am I dreaming?” and convincing her that, yes, it’s real, I realized something:
“Um, I think I forgot to actually ask you.”
“Oh! Let’s start over.”
“Okay. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
The purest form of a WIN.
