Marty and I have been friends for two years almost to this day (sometime mid-November).
I met him working at Bullbranch, and that night he had me pretend I was gay to freak his buddies out; we’d just met.
So pretending to be engaged made perfect sense.
Marty has ended up becoming one of my best friends. He was willing to make phone calls to get me back into the country when I pretended I had forgotten my VISA in VA; he came to see me sing nearly every time I performed (and he’s not a big music fan); he’s one of the only guy friends I’ve ever had who actually brought me over soup and crackers when I was sick (I had to ask of course…well, beg, but he did!); and he’s probably one of the few people in the world I know I could rely on for anything if I ever needed him, no questions asked…well, there would be questions, but he would…eventually…
Maybe that’s why more people weren’t surprised that we were possibly engaged Friday? I mean, he has helped me clean up cat vomit…
What more could I want in a man?
Maybe it’s because we had too much fun shopping for rings, or maybe it was because we let the joke go on too long, or maybe it’s because we hadn’t actually figured out how to end the joke; but when we finally faced the “public” Friday night and were asked, “Uhh…so…are you guys engaged?” The only response we could give was “I don’t know.” (Until a few birthday beverages later, Marty was telling everyone we met that we were actually engaged…)
Disney did not prepare me for this; at all. I knew what to do if a knight rode up in shining armor, I knew what to expect if I was rescued out of an ivory tower; heck, I knew what to do if I lived under the sea!! But Disney hadn’t prepared me for prenups. I mean, Aladdin didn’t sign one to marry Jasmine!
Apparently, in this society, he should have.
My fundamental problem with prenups is that it suggests a lack of trust, between both parties. I was also raised – however idealistic this might be – that you marry once; divorce is not an option. This has been true of everyone in my family, aside from a couple uncles; my Oma only married 3 times because she outlived them all. So marrying for gain has never been my MO.
My dad made a good point today though; he said it’s hard to know who you can trust these days, and even harder to know if the person you are with is presenting the real version of themselves or a fictional one. I also didn’t know anything about prenups until I saw this movie:
So a proposal is riding on a couple things:
- An actual proposal
- My acceptance of course
- A 5ct ring (I’d happily take 3…lol) and
- A prenup.
What do you guys think? Would you sign one?
I was once told: if you want to know how a guy is going to treat you, look at how he treats his mother. Maybe I should pay closer attention to how Marty treats his mom before I worry about a prenup?
What would YOU do? (assuming this were to ever happen of course)…