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Finally

Friday, January 18, 2008

Well, he did it. Ben proposed last night. The ring is Tiffany Lucida, though I have no idea what the cut or clarity is(because I didn't ask, for fear of appearing greedy, ha!). I have to go take it to the jeweler to 1)make sure it's real 2)to have it appraised in case I have to sell it.

The proposal wasn't esp romantic or creative-- it was just straightforward, matter-of-fact. "Do you want to marry me?" I didn't technically say yes, I said nothing, and just took the ring out of the box and put it on my finger myself. It fit.

I felt obligated to do something special to commemorate the occasion, so I gave him some anal sex. It seemed to work.

What's hilarious is that I had a dream last night that I was stuck in jail, waiting for someone to bail me out. How apropos is that? My sense of humor doesn't fail me, even in my dreams!

I don't know that much about jewelry, mostly because no one's ever really given me any before. But this ring feels heavy and real, so I'm guessing it's worth at least $1000. Maybe more if it is really from Tiffany, which I'm assuming it is.

I told my parents about it, and they were overjoyed. My mom said, "So when is he flying us out to San Francisco to meet him?" Ha! First of all, if Ben ever caught one glimpse of my mother, he would rip the ring right off my finger and run for the hills. She has not aged well, and visual proof of that will absoultely repulse/repel him. I will not let him see her until the wedding. And who knows when that will be?

They shouldn't get too excited, though. Ben's family have an extensive prenup, and he said it's "around 30 or so pages" worth of documents I have to sign. I have to hire a lawyer so I can make sure I'm not being ripped off(although it's not my money, so technically, it's more like me ripping him off). Mark is a political attorney, but I guess he could refer me to someone. Anyway, I'm getting it throughly examined before I sign my name to anything.

I'm engaged! Someone wants me! This should boost my mood for the rest of the week, at least.

Posted by C at 1:36 PM

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