Here at Slack World Headquarters, a division of the Slackmistress and Mr.Boy Detective Agency, I've been fielding various phone calls, IMs and emails about a certain blog post made today by Mr. Boy. So I thought I'd take the opportunity to answer said questions in an open forum.
Is he serious?
Yes.
Haven't you only been dating like, four weeks?
Yes.
So you barely know each other.
I know that I'm crazy about him, and he's crazy about me. I know that everything doesn't have to be perfect for him to be happy. I know that he's not angry. I've known Mr. Boy since late August, and we started sleeping together mid-November. Of course, we weren't dating yet. The idea of dating him was terrifying because I knew if we dated it would Be Serious. His apartment was my favorite place to be, because it was comfortable and easy and just right.
Isn't it insane?
It sounds totally insane. I'll admit that. But I'm not someone who acts capriciously. I'm responsible and careful and give things careful consideration. I think marriage is a Serious Thing.
How he ask you?
His blog today wasn't the first I had heard of it. Before Mr. Boy and I started dating, he would ask me via IM every night to come over until one night I just did. The marriage talk came the same way. He's told me since we started dating that he's wanted to marry me. But the blog was the first he actually proposed.
Is there a ring?
Nope. I don't have a problem with other people doing it, but I don't find it a necessary part of the process. And we're both dirt poor right now, so that money could be better spent elsewhere.
So what did you say?
I said yes. If you knew Mr. Boy, you'd say the same thing.
Yes, it's crazy. But I'm 34 years old and I've been in enough relationships and come close enough with other people to know that this, this is right. We just work. We're not running off and doing it tomorrow, as he'd like to meet my parents first (it's only polite) and there's the whole living situation thing. We're not going to plan something big and elaborate with a poofy white dress and gift registry and such, we're just going to nip off to Vegas one weekend and just do it.
As I told SlackMom tonight (who seemed to take the news rather well after reading Mr. Boy's blog) I'm not asking you to pay for anything, I'm not asking for your blessing, I'm just asking for you to be happy for me.
I know it sounds crazy. I know. But while our Detective Agency is fictional, I assure you that this? This is as real as it gets.
