The Proposal

I should have my girly-girl card taken away from me. Immediately. With no possibility of appeal. For I have brought shame onto all of womanhood. I am not deserving of being considered part of the tribe. I have failed my fellow sisters.

What infraction have I committed to warrant such a drastic assessment, you ask? Well, within five seconds of The Boyfriend's proposal, I had completely forgotten what had just transpired. I could not recall, with any degree of accuracy, the details of one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I imagine most card-carrying members of the Girly-Girl Society could not only recite the exact words their beloved muttered before sliding the ring on their finger, but they could probably tell you what he was wearing, what they had for dinner, what time they got up that morning, etc. Me? Not so much.

It's not that I wasn't happy about being betrothed and pushed all memories out of my mind. I was very happy. I still am. But for some reason, the moment I said, "Yes, I will marry you", my mind was wiped clean like a big ol' chalkboard. Oh, I could see the remnants of what was once written, but I couldn't make anything out. It was all just a big blur.

Since I seemed to have become a victim of Early-onset Alzheimer's, I am going to rely on The Boyfriend's account of this event and hope that the Girly-Girl powers-that-be won't be too hard on me.

. . .The actual proposal went off pretty much the way I planned it. Last night after spending time at a church function playing bingo and eating dry BBQ, my girlfriend and I came home to spend a quiet New Year's Eve counting down and toasting with some Sprite Zero. My plan all along was to propose right after the ball dropped, after telling her that I could only think of one better way to "ring" in 2009. The only couple of hitches were that it was a chore keeping her awake for midnight because she was so tired, and then when I was going under her couch to retrieve the ring, I had slid the box too deep underneath while hiding it, so it took literally a minute for me to dig it out, and I almost knocked over her lamp in doing so. "What in the world are you doing?" she muttered at one point. But I finally got it, she cooed and said "Awww," and I dropped to one knee and said, "I've said this before and I meant it--every day without you is a day lost, and I don't want to lose any more days. Will you marry me?" She immediately said yes.