If you haven’t heard by now, I am engaged to be married. Yes, I am a fiancee, a bride to be. The thing is, I hate weddings. I like the idea of being married, but the hub-bub necessary to get to that point freaks me out.
Before I even met, Paul, I had decided that if I ever do get married, we’re having a small wedding in Las Vegas. I don’t even know 100 people I’d invite to a party, much less have the means to pay for such a huge shindig. Personally, I’d rather spend that money on a trip or a down payment on a house, or both.
Aside from the monetary issue, there is the stress issue. I don’t need unnecessary stress in my life and I don’t want to get stressed out about becoming Paul’s wife and Paul becoming my husband.
Brace yourself, I will probably be writing about this adventure even though I’m trying to make it as easy and go with the flow as possible.
First off, don’t ask about the engagement ring. Personally, I got turned off by them when I found out in college that they were pretty much created by a diamond company to artificially inflate the diamond market. There’s an example of marketing well done.
However, if Paul has his heart set on giving me one, I will accept it. I’m not a fool and it would make him happy. We’ve already booked the ceremony and our flights for our trip to Vegas and subsequent honeymoon, so a ring is just a formality. We are engaged to be married because we have been discussing it for months and came to a meeting of the minds on it.
Technically, we didn’t get engaged on Christmas. We just announced it on Facebook that day.
The first time Paul brought up marriage was when he surprised me for Valentine’s Day and unexpectedly showed up at my door in California. The next day we went to the Golden Bear for lunch and while I was eating a grilled cheese sandwich, he asked me what I thought about getting married. He wasn’t proposing, but more like feeling out the situation. I told him that I was on board with whatever he suggested…or something like that.
Basically, the marriage question was out there and both of us were on the same page. We’ve been planning the wedding since I moved to the Twin Cities.
After living with him for 8 months, my mind has not changed. I am more in love with him today than I was the day he came to Sacramento to pick me up and take me to Minnesota.