Ho hum… Wednesday afternoon was kind of slow at work. My cubicle mate and I chatted about life and shifted topics to marriage proposals. We discussed the intimate details of how I didn’t get down on bended knee to propose to my wife. Instead she received a surprise handwritten note which was secretly placed inside a plastic Easter egg.
Additionally, I revealed how my wife didn’t take my last name when I placed the ring on my wife’s left hand. Both of these revelations perplexed him greatly. As far as the last name goes, my wife’s last name is very unique, rhymes with mazel tov. I didn’t see any reason for her to relinquish a lifelong identity simply because she and I exchanged vows. Her name is such a big part of who she is. Would you read this blog if my name was Joe Smith? Maybe you would because you’d think I was some Mormon prophet and discover I just came from a large family. Who knows.
Anyways, some marriage traditions are a tad old school in my mind. I wasn’t about to drop to a knee or ask her father for consent to marry his daughter. As long as I’ve developed a relationship with him and his daughter, there wasn’t a need to ask him for his blessing. Perhaps I’m naive in the traditions of marriage because it’s only happened once,… or maybe just naive in general.
My officemate chuckled at my expense when I mentioned the engagement ring snafu. There’s not much to tell here other than I thought the diamond was included. I didn’t know the the “diamond” in the band wasn’t real. It’s not like I spent my formative years hanging out in jewelry stores.
*Dull FKT Disclaimer – Feel free to mock or copy this crap idea of mine if you want. Don’t feel obligated to do this thing every Thursday and shit. Don’t fret, I won’t send harassing emails to you on a weekly basis demanding you post some hot picture on your blog. That’s way too much work for me and besides, I find reading other blogs boring. I try and spend as little time as possible reading and/or commenting on blogs. I prefer to spread my love for random people in other ways. I don’t feel like delving into those sorts of details pubicly on my blog. Gnome sane?