my parents have openly admitted that they never thought i’d find someone who could “keep me in line”. i’m not sure if those were their exact words, but the implication was the same: i’m a handful.
i’m bossy and stubborn, i get anxious over stupid things and i procrastinate everything. (point in case, i’m writing this at 11 am on a friday to avoid an increasingly ridiculous work situation, but let’s not get started on that.)
no one’s perfect i get that, but i think it was generally agreed that after a series of moderate to severely unsuccessful relationships that i’d be lucky to find a ham sandwich that could put up with me.
enter the most patient man on earth in a vodka and tonic induced haze. and while i know my husband is not flawless – he generally applies the perfect level of patience with my antics.
and i often remind him of the importance of patience – especially when i do things like move to india and demand we buy a 120 year old house with the one goal of locating secret passageways. (still no luck, but the search continues.)
so when we decided that we’d like to get married, i did what any girl would do: i posted a picture of the most beautiful ring i could find on the fridge and asked him everyday for six months if he had saved any money.
but to no avail. nothing. nada. zip.
after months of harassment about getting engaged, in typical al-is-a-handful style, i was almost 100% sure that my husband was either a) going to smother me in my sleep or b) run away with the dog in the night. god, i was even starting to annoy myself.
but then, one rainy day mid-week last april he was picking me up at my sister’s work and i noticed he was fidgeting a lot. and i mean guys, he’s a giant man – if a giant man fidgets you take notice.
he wouldn’t take his damn hand out of his pocket, so i immediately thought that maybe something was going on. however, only about a split second passed before i had convinced myself that there was no way he had saved money for a ring. i’m a frigging detective – i’d have figured it out if he had.
sitting in the car about 5 minutes later getting ready to go he turns to me and whips out the ring. he said:”i love you” and proudly showed it to me. i, ever eloquent and graceful, responded with: “oh my god this is not happening” as i smacked the car dashboard with my hand.
i probably stared at the ring for a good 30 seconds in disbelief, saying nothing.
eventually, i managed to say: “can i put it on?”
and this is more or less how we got engaged – in a car on a rainy day with neither of us actually asking the other anything.
what amazes me to this day is that he somehow managed to stay patient throughout what i can only imagine was an annoying six months. and on top of that, he truly surprised me. it’s moments like this that prove i’ve met my match.
so why am i telling you this amazingly ridiculous story?
well, in celebration – naturally. ye old ball and chain has finally booked his indian sojourn! in 2 months we will once again be together – for three weeks at least – him being his wonderfully patient self and me being the handful that i am.
yee haw bitches!