To me, this is neither mundane nor pointless, but it’s the best forum for it, I reckon.
Last night on Valentine’s Day, in an incredible feat of cliche, I asked my girlfriend, She-Carnage, to marry me. I wrote her a two page poem, and presented her with a ring from a heart-shaped Altoids tin (a gift to me last year from her) that I’d converted into a ring box. After about .02 seconds of thinking about it, she agreed to it. Then we spent the rest of the night dancing in my living room. I know, I know, I thought she had more common sense than that too, but luckily for me she doesn’t. Maybe it was the wine speaking, but I’m holding her to it anyway.
Now to pre-answer some of your questions:
No, we do not have a date set. I just asked last night, for crying out loud!
No, she is not pregnant.
I know proposing on V-Day has been done to death, and I did tell her I’d never ask her on a holiday. But I realized, “Now that she doesn’t expect it on a special day, it’s the perfect time!”
No, I did not cry or throw up.
I swear, she is the abslolute perfect match for me and I have never been happier in my whole stinking life. I wish I could take a picture of the moment and save it in a book forever. I guess in a way that’s what I’m doing right now by writing this out.
