I'll get back to introducing friends in a bit but I've been busy and I wanted to tell this story.
I have a friend that I always watch Ravens football with. He's a great guy (Foose) and I'll be getting to his little profile soon. The thing you have to realize when I watch football is that I watch football to yell at the tv. And boy do I yell. I yell as if they can hear me and hearing me makes a difference in the game. Now that we understand that we can begin.
As part of my trying to get my friends to meet my other friends I dragged along a friend of mine (TrickWhiteyMan - his profile is coming up too) and his girl to watch a game with us over at Foose's and DeSweet's house. Now throughout the game I'm doing my standard yelling thing; "hit him," "kill him," "Dat's a first," etc. During one of these little bouts TrickWhiteyMan's girl whipsers to him, "do you think they [HER and I] have sex like that?" Before he could answer the opposing team intercepts the ball and starts running it down the field to which I started to yell, "You are going to get fucked! You are going to get fucked in the ass - TO DEATH!"
Which lead my friend, TrickWhiteyMan, leans over and answers his girl's question; "Yes."
I never even knew of this until he told me later on.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I mentioned that I had wanted to introduce my friends to each other so I put out an open-air invite: HER and I are getting married (eventually...). I need to start introducing our people to our other people. THEREFORE those of you brave enough should send me a message saying "HIM (or whatever else you call me), blog me." Which I will then proceed to create a blog post about you and include a picture (probably either from my records or your facebook) and some other stuff I feel people should know about you. It will essentially be me kissing your ass for AT LEAST 2 paragraphs.
"WarHen"
Of the three he's most like: Nice.
Don't you ever let me hear you say something ill about WarHen this guy is straight up and down like 6:00. He's the guy I used to be or maybe even still be if I never decided that getting girls was more important than being a nice guy. ... and if I were white. ... and if I were carved out of fucking solid oak. Ok so I'm nothing like him but that's probably for the best.
The fact of the matter is is that WarHen despite the ridiculous nickname I gave him is like a navigational tool that points you to a land of rainbows (both gay and non gay), flying unicorns, soft beds, lakes of stew and whiskey too. All you got to do listen. Dude knows what he's talking about. Ok for real, what else do you need to know? The dude is so hard you don't know where bones end and muscle start, he'll drive you home when you're absolutely drunk (ask HER) and he's ok with me giving him a nickname like "WarHen."
"WarHen"
Of the three he's most like: Nice.
Don't you ever let me hear you say something ill about WarHen this guy is straight up and down like 6:00. He's the guy I used to be or maybe even still be if I never decided that getting girls was more important than being a nice guy. ... and if I were white. ... and if I were carved out of fucking solid oak. Ok so I'm nothing like him but that's probably for the best.
The fact of the matter is is that WarHen despite the ridiculous nickname I gave him is like a navigational tool that points you to a land of rainbows (both gay and non gay), flying unicorns, soft beds, lakes of stew and whiskey too. All you got to do listen. Dude knows what he's talking about. Ok for real, what else do you need to know? The dude is so hard you don't know where bones end and muscle start, he'll drive you home when you're absolutely drunk (ask HER) and he's ok with me giving him a nickname like "WarHen."
Meet Our Friends
I mentioned that I had wanted to introduce my friends to each other so I put out an open-air invite: HER and I are getting married (eventually...). I need to start introducing our people to our other people. THEREFORE those of you brave enough should send me a message saying "HIM (or whatever else you call me), blog me." Which I will then proceed to create a blog post about you and include a picture (probably either from my records or your facebook) and some other stuff I feel people should know about you. It will essentially be me kissing your ass for AT LEAST 2 paragraphs.
"DeSweet"
Of the three she's most like: Paitient.
Back during the days when I worked in retail hell DeSweet was one of my co-workers that just made the day go by easier. Always there with a smile or an encouraging giggle DeSweet is just someone who is so easy to get along with that sometimes you just feel bad for not being a better person. That's how it is for me that is. For what, 5 years? I've wondered how it is that this perfectly nice, perfectly sane individual would actually tolerate me being around for that long let alone even enjoy it.
Then one faithful day it hits me. STRIPPEROBICS. Stripperobics wha?! Stripperobics who?! I forgot the actual name of the class that DeSweet went to but in my head it's a stripperobics class. And that not only blew my mind but seem to fit so well at the same time. It was like finding the last piece of a 1,000 piece puzzle that you've lost right on top of a 20 dollar bill... lying right next to a stripper pole. It was awesome, it was sexy, it was fun it's just the type of person that DeSweet is.
"DeSweet"
Of the three she's most like: Paitient.
Back during the days when I worked in retail hell DeSweet was one of my co-workers that just made the day go by easier. Always there with a smile or an encouraging giggle DeSweet is just someone who is so easy to get along with that sometimes you just feel bad for not being a better person. That's how it is for me that is. For what, 5 years? I've wondered how it is that this perfectly nice, perfectly sane individual would actually tolerate me being around for that long let alone even enjoy it.
Then one faithful day it hits me. STRIPPEROBICS. Stripperobics wha?! Stripperobics who?! I forgot the actual name of the class that DeSweet went to but in my head it's a stripperobics class. And that not only blew my mind but seem to fit so well at the same time. It was like finding the last piece of a 1,000 piece puzzle that you've lost right on top of a 20 dollar bill... lying right next to a stripper pole. It was awesome, it was sexy, it was fun it's just the type of person that DeSweet is.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Meet Our Friends
I mentioned that I had wanted to introduce my friends to each other so I put out an open-air invite: HER and I are getting married (eventually...). I need to start introducing our people to our other people. THEREFORE those of you brave enough should send me a message saying "HIM (or whatever else you call me), blog me." Which I will then proceed to create a blog post about you and include a picture (probably either from my records or your facebook) and some other stuff I feel people should know about you. It will essentially be me kissing your ass for AT LEAST 2 paragraphs.
"Seester"
Of the three she's most like: Paitient.
I've known my Seester all my life. She's my 4-years-older-than-me cousin that I grew up with. She's like a sister to me so it shouldn't be all that surprising that the reason I got a shotgun (one of the bigger reasons anyways) was because she decided to go and spawn a little girl. I can't wait to be "that crazy uncle." Seester is my family and we are more alike than she'd probably like to admit. But she is definitely more proper and all the other reasons why girls may be better than boys.
Don't get me wrong, she will sock you. But she'll look really cute when she does it. She's the MOE anime character whereas I'm more hot blooded (or mabye even large ham). In any case my Seester is basically the type of person I want to be. She's more quality in a smaller package whereas I just try and make up for it in quantity. Because of which she is the other half of my muses. She's the one that encourages me to write better stuff because really, she's another reader and I have to try and compete with all the other awesome stuff that she has going on in her life.
"Seester"
Of the three she's most like: Paitient.
I've known my Seester all my life. She's my 4-years-older-than-me cousin that I grew up with. She's like a sister to me so it shouldn't be all that surprising that the reason I got a shotgun (one of the bigger reasons anyways) was because she decided to go and spawn a little girl. I can't wait to be "that crazy uncle." Seester is my family and we are more alike than she'd probably like to admit. But she is definitely more proper and all the other reasons why girls may be better than boys.
Don't get me wrong, she will sock you. But she'll look really cute when she does it. She's the MOE anime character whereas I'm more hot blooded (or mabye even large ham). In any case my Seester is basically the type of person I want to be. She's more quality in a smaller package whereas I just try and make up for it in quantity. Because of which she is the other half of my muses. She's the one that encourages me to write better stuff because really, she's another reader and I have to try and compete with all the other awesome stuff that she has going on in her life.
Meet Our Friends
I mentioned that I had wanted to introduce my friends to each other so I put out an open-air invite: HER and I are getting married (eventually...). I need to start introducing our people to our other people. THEREFORE those of you brave enough should send me a message saying "HIM (or whatever else you call me), blog me." Which I will then proceed to create a blog post about you and include a picture (probably either from my records or your facebook) and some other stuff I feel people should know about you. It will essentially be me kissing your ass for AT LEAST 2 paragraphs.
Of the three she's most like: Awesome.
Oh giggles, funny how I've known you for this long and only now give you a nickname. Honestly it was between "Giggles" and "Squeaker." I met Giggles my first year at college. Back during a time I was still figuring out who the hell I was I met this girl who was kind of shy but very nice and we would hang out in the halls of our dorm for hours into the late night. I'm happy to say that she has become a force to be reckoned with in a party. Without her, the true corruption of HER into the "party side" would not have been as complete.
Everyone and I mean everyone needs a friend like Giggles to have a complete life. She's the type of friend that will buy you drinks then hold your hair up while you empty your face after leaving the bar. In guy land she'd be the guy sitting in the holding cell next to you saying how "that girl didn't look like a cop did she?" You can't, I repeat, CAN'T have fun without people like Giggles around. I mean sure you can sit around with your brandy, cigar and monocle and dick wave about what parts of the world you rule, but nothing beats a Friday night with Giggles - drinking or not.
Of the three she's most like: Awesome.
Oh giggles, funny how I've known you for this long and only now give you a nickname. Honestly it was between "Giggles" and "Squeaker." I met Giggles my first year at college. Back during a time I was still figuring out who the hell I was I met this girl who was kind of shy but very nice and we would hang out in the halls of our dorm for hours into the late night. I'm happy to say that she has become a force to be reckoned with in a party. Without her, the true corruption of HER into the "party side" would not have been as complete.
Everyone and I mean everyone needs a friend like Giggles to have a complete life. She's the type of friend that will buy you drinks then hold your hair up while you empty your face after leaving the bar. In guy land she'd be the guy sitting in the holding cell next to you saying how "that girl didn't look like a cop did she?" You can't, I repeat, CAN'T have fun without people like Giggles around. I mean sure you can sit around with your brandy, cigar and monocle and dick wave about what parts of the world you rule, but nothing beats a Friday night with Giggles - drinking or not.
Meet Our Friends
I mentioned that I had wanted to introduce my friends to each other so I put out an open-air invite: HER and I are getting married (eventually...). I need to start introducing our people to our other people. THEREFORE those of you brave enough should send me a message saying "HIM (or whatever else you call me), blog me." Which I will then proceed to create a blog post about you and include a picture (probably either from my records or your facebook) and some other stuff I feel people should know about you. It will essentially be me kissing your ass for AT LEAST 2 paragraphs.
"BuffetChild"
Of the three she's most like: Nice.
I met BuffetChild back in my second year of college. This parrot-head is everything good that I'm not; she's a fantastic reader, a terrific baker, a cat lover, compassionate and a mommy. We've had many adventures together and even lived under the same roof. This girl knows me down to the core (being that she's read everything I've ever wrote) and is still happy to see me and will give me pie! Her hubby is a lucky bastard.
BuffetChild has calmed down some since motherhood. I hear the lack of sleep really takes a toll after a while. Still she's still wonderful to be around and have a talk with. The girl who got me into politics and the shit they fling, the person who got my Jesus (who's the wedding photographer whose boss will be doing our wedding) into photography, and a person that just reads THAT much is definitely someone who you can talk to about anything and she'll know something about it.
"BuffetChild"
Of the three she's most like: Nice.
I met BuffetChild back in my second year of college. This parrot-head is everything good that I'm not; she's a fantastic reader, a terrific baker, a cat lover, compassionate and a mommy. We've had many adventures together and even lived under the same roof. This girl knows me down to the core (being that she's read everything I've ever wrote) and is still happy to see me and will give me pie! Her hubby is a lucky bastard.
BuffetChild has calmed down some since motherhood. I hear the lack of sleep really takes a toll after a while. Still she's still wonderful to be around and have a talk with. The girl who got me into politics and the shit they fling, the person who got my Jesus (who's the wedding photographer whose boss will be doing our wedding) into photography, and a person that just reads THAT much is definitely someone who you can talk to about anything and she'll know something about it.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Meet Our Friends
I mentioned that I had wanted to introduce my friends to each other so I put out an open-air invite: HER and I are getting married (eventually...). I need to start introducing our people to our other people. THEREFORE those of you brave enough should send me a message saying "HIM (or whatever else you call me), blog me." Which I will then proceed to create a blog post about you and include a picture (probably either from my records or your facebook) and some other stuff I feel people should know about you. It will essentially be me kissing your ass for AT LEAST 2 paragraphs.
"A-Bomb"
Of the three he's most like: Awesome.
I met A-Bomb through a mutual friend of ours. Since then we've been through many adventures and a fair bit of highs and lows. I would say A-Bomb maintains a very high level of balance between brains in balls. He's probably one of the smartest people I know of and also one of the more likely ones to jump balls first into something just for the thrill of it. He is what I imagine one of those at home, computer programmer types that goes out to a goth rave at night wrapped in a wine aficionado's shell.
A-Bomb is fricken brilliant and kind of willing to do anything and not shy. All those combined may make him sound intimidating but he's also really easy to talk to, he is always able to give a helping hand if he can, and he's got a cock like a babies' arm. I mean if I were to introduce him I'd be like "this is A... and his bomb."
"A-Bomb"
Of the three he's most like: Awesome.
I met A-Bomb through a mutual friend of ours. Since then we've been through many adventures and a fair bit of highs and lows. I would say A-Bomb maintains a very high level of balance between brains in balls. He's probably one of the smartest people I know of and also one of the more likely ones to jump balls first into something just for the thrill of it. He is what I imagine one of those at home, computer programmer types that goes out to a goth rave at night wrapped in a wine aficionado's shell.
A-Bomb is fricken brilliant and kind of willing to do anything and not shy. All those combined may make him sound intimidating but he's also really easy to talk to, he is always able to give a helping hand if he can, and he's got a cock like a babies' arm. I mean if I were to introduce him I'd be like "this is A... and his bomb."
Meet Our Friends
I mentioned that I had wanted to introduce my friends to each other so I put out an open-air invite: HER and I are getting married (eventually...). I need to start introducing our people to our other people. THEREFORE those of you brave enough should send me a message saying "HIM (or whatever else you call me), blog me." Which I will then proceed to create a blog post about you and include a picture (probably either from my records or your facebook) and some other stuff I feel people should know about you. It will essentially be me kissing your ass for AT LEAST 2 paragraphs.
"Daema"
Of the three she's most like: Awesome.
I met Daema in college. I believe she lived below me at one point in time. I don't actually remember how we met but it was a long time ago. Daema is an emo-punk-gothic mentality wrapped in a sex-kitten-suicide-girl-ass-kickin package. Since I have known her she's never been too shy to speak her mind nor too unnecessarily cruel to subject you to how she really feels about, whatever. Translation: she'll speak her mind but in a nice way until you piss her off.
Daema is completely fun to party, hang out with, or just game. Yes she plays WoW, yes she has a lvl 80 rollin' in purps at the time of this writing. She's not quite full fledged nerd in my eyes but she more than makes up for it in bad-assery. Daema is also one of my muses for nearly everything from art to subject matter in this blog so if it wasn't for her half of this stuff wouldn't be here and the stuff that IS here would mostly be whinning.
"Daema"
Of the three she's most like: Awesome.
I met Daema in college. I believe she lived below me at one point in time. I don't actually remember how we met but it was a long time ago. Daema is an emo-punk-gothic mentality wrapped in a sex-kitten-suicide-girl-ass-kickin package. Since I have known her she's never been too shy to speak her mind nor too unnecessarily cruel to subject you to how she really feels about, whatever. Translation: she'll speak her mind but in a nice way until you piss her off.
Daema is completely fun to party, hang out with, or just game. Yes she plays WoW, yes she has a lvl 80 rollin' in purps at the time of this writing. She's not quite full fledged nerd in my eyes but she more than makes up for it in bad-assery. Daema is also one of my muses for nearly everything from art to subject matter in this blog so if it wasn't for her half of this stuff wouldn't be here and the stuff that IS here would mostly be whinning.
Mixing of Friends
Not to sound too egotistical or anything but I have a fair amount of friends. Not in a my-space-face-book-you're just a number to me sort of way either. I try to make friends wherever I go and I have been fairly successful in my travels. I've kept some friends since High School, separate years at college, from the gaming guilds I've had, work associates that have become friends, friends of friends and random people I've just randomly met. And while I'm pretty good at making friends I'm not too good at mixing them.
For some reason I have always just kept one group of friends separate from another group. Even the friends I made at college I have different groups for almost each year. Now this may make me sound like I lead different lives or that I'm fickle with people, or whatever but I'd like to think I try to be there when people really need me or when they just want to hang out. Sure this sort of thing would be easier if I hadn't been spreading myself thin but things happen, people move, and life goes on. If I didn't really care about these people I could have easily just let them slip away and never really talk to them again. Luckily (and maybe even the cause of which) I am an internet whore and keeping up with me is rather easy. I also have a fairly long commute which allows me time to call up people just to say hi.
And so, I finally get to the point. I have these groups of people that I know from different areas and times of my life and they are going to be invited to our wedding. Most of these people have known me for YEARS but don't really know each other at all. Sure some of them may know OF each other but haven't really had the time to get to know them like I know them, meaning, they would actually be polite to each other instead of instantly whipping into racial jokes, ass slaps, and drink requests. Yes, these are the types of people I tend to hang out with (are able to tolerate me).
And so because a wedding will happen eventually (if all goes according to plan) and these types of people will be invited I have to think of some way for them to realize that they all have hung out with me and have therefore gone through a social filter leaving only the awesome, nice and very very very patient. This usually means a party of some time thrown by me and filled with me introducing one person to way more people than a person can possibly remember instantly. But the way parties tend to happen is that people spend most of the night hanging out with people who they already know and that may leave out the nice and the very very patient of my friends. The awesome ones I never really have to worry about, they'll get drunk, drop their pants and start singing songs at any minute, with anyone who would join them.
So what I have started doing is start inviting a few from each group and forcing them to interact with each other in small intimate groups, until they realize that all sides are awesome and can be even more awesome together. Then I'll throw a big awesome awesome party, so everyone can celebrate how awesome awesome people are. And that, if I had my way, would be my wedding.
Is this being manipulative? Can I wear out the word "awesome" any faster?
Awesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesome.
For some reason I have always just kept one group of friends separate from another group. Even the friends I made at college I have different groups for almost each year. Now this may make me sound like I lead different lives or that I'm fickle with people, or whatever but I'd like to think I try to be there when people really need me or when they just want to hang out. Sure this sort of thing would be easier if I hadn't been spreading myself thin but things happen, people move, and life goes on. If I didn't really care about these people I could have easily just let them slip away and never really talk to them again. Luckily (and maybe even the cause of which) I am an internet whore and keeping up with me is rather easy. I also have a fairly long commute which allows me time to call up people just to say hi.
And so, I finally get to the point. I have these groups of people that I know from different areas and times of my life and they are going to be invited to our wedding. Most of these people have known me for YEARS but don't really know each other at all. Sure some of them may know OF each other but haven't really had the time to get to know them like I know them, meaning, they would actually be polite to each other instead of instantly whipping into racial jokes, ass slaps, and drink requests. Yes, these are the types of people I tend to hang out with (are able to tolerate me).
And so because a wedding will happen eventually (if all goes according to plan) and these types of people will be invited I have to think of some way for them to realize that they all have hung out with me and have therefore gone through a social filter leaving only the awesome, nice and very very very patient. This usually means a party of some time thrown by me and filled with me introducing one person to way more people than a person can possibly remember instantly. But the way parties tend to happen is that people spend most of the night hanging out with people who they already know and that may leave out the nice and the very very patient of my friends. The awesome ones I never really have to worry about, they'll get drunk, drop their pants and start singing songs at any minute, with anyone who would join them.
So what I have started doing is start inviting a few from each group and forcing them to interact with each other in small intimate groups, until they realize that all sides are awesome and can be even more awesome together. Then I'll throw a big awesome awesome party, so everyone can celebrate how awesome awesome people are. And that, if I had my way, would be my wedding.
Is this being manipulative? Can I wear out the word "awesome" any faster?
Awesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesomeawesome.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Here's Me, Asking my Rabbi if She'd Official Our Wedding
First a quick shout out to Rabbi Baum (HELLO!). This is her website/community, her twitter and this is where you can vote for her to be a Jewish hero. Yay!
E-mail as follows:
>>>>>>>
*Waves*
My name is [HIM] you may know me as "BigChinky" on twitter but if you don't that's ok. I'm writing you today because well, you're my Rabbi. I'm getting married you see, wait, first off I want to apologize if I'm doing things out of order. I am not too aware of the proper protocol for this sort of thing so if I say or do something wrong please don't take any offense. So as I was saying I'm getting married you see and both my fiance [HER] and I have been looking for a synagogue to sort of call our own. That's kind of how you found me.
Well since then I've very much enjoyed the community you've established and very much see you as my Rabbi. And yes while the search for a synagogue to visit still continues with [HER] and myself, I do sort of feel like I'm "cheating" on my Rabbi (you). Not in any sort of romantic sense but in the same vein as one may feel going to a different barber/hairstylist than their regular.
In any case my point is this. We are getting married on 10/10/10 (neat date eh?). And I would personally be honored if you would be my Rabbi during the ceremony. [HER] is ok with the idea but frankly neither of us are too sure about what the proper procedure to do/ask this sort of thing is. So I, being the more un-kosher and less worried about appearing shameful of the two of us volunteered to ask you if 1) would you be our Rabbi and officiant of our wedding 2) if so, (thank you!) what do we have to do? and 3) how are we to go about doing it?
Now I understand this may be a bit of a leap as you may not know us very well (it's cool I understand). So here's what I can offer at this moment. Of course we would pay for your round trip ticket to Baltimore MD (business class) and a night or two in the nearby hotel. This is our blog: ( http://chinkyjew.blogspot.com/ ) that we both write in (even though it's mostly me). Careful, I do enjoy swearing on that thing. It will sort of let you know what kind of people we are. As for a more upfront introduction that follows:
My name is [HIM], I was born in DC on 1983 two two parents who immigrated here from Taiwan. I am a 6'2" 300 lbs Chinese-American raised with no particular religion from my parents. I'm pretty loud and outgoing and have to basic goals in life; to learn or do something that I've never experience before and to have kids so my family line doesn't die out.
My fiance's name is [HER]. She was born to an French/Egyptian Jewish mother and a full-blooded American East coast Jew. She was raised in a pretty conservative synagogue and has family that ranges from not-really-observant to from-Israel-pretty-Orthodox Jew. She is energetic, spunky and terribly nice.
I realize this is getting long and I know you are short on time so I apologize. But any insight or wisdom you are able to impart on us would be very appreciated.
Have a wonderful day, I look forward to hearing your service tonight.
[HIM]
E-mail as follows:
>>>>>>>
*Waves*
My name is [HIM] you may know me as "BigChinky" on twitter but if you don't that's ok. I'm writing you today because well, you're my Rabbi. I'm getting married you see, wait, first off I want to apologize if I'm doing things out of order. I am not too aware of the proper protocol for this sort of thing so if I say or do something wrong please don't take any offense. So as I was saying I'm getting married you see and both my fiance [HER] and I have been looking for a synagogue to sort of call our own. That's kind of how you found me.
Well since then I've very much enjoyed the community you've established and very much see you as my Rabbi. And yes while the search for a synagogue to visit still continues with [HER] and myself, I do sort of feel like I'm "cheating" on my Rabbi (you). Not in any sort of romantic sense but in the same vein as one may feel going to a different barber/hairstylist than their regular.
In any case my point is this. We are getting married on 10/10/10 (neat date eh?). And I would personally be honored if you would be my Rabbi during the ceremony. [HER] is ok with the idea but frankly neither of us are too sure about what the proper procedure to do/ask this sort of thing is. So I, being the more un-kosher and less worried about appearing shameful of the two of us volunteered to ask you if 1) would you be our Rabbi and officiant of our wedding 2) if so, (thank you!) what do we have to do? and 3) how are we to go about doing it?
Now I understand this may be a bit of a leap as you may not know us very well (it's cool I understand). So here's what I can offer at this moment. Of course we would pay for your round trip ticket to Baltimore MD (business class) and a night or two in the nearby hotel. This is our blog: ( http://chinkyjew.blogspot.com/
My name is [HIM], I was born in DC on 1983 two two parents who immigrated here from Taiwan. I am a 6'2" 300 lbs Chinese-American raised with no particular religion from my parents. I'm pretty loud and outgoing and have to basic goals in life; to learn or do something that I've never experience before and to have kids so my family line doesn't die out.
My fiance's name is [HER]. She was born to an French/Egyptian Jewish mother and a full-blooded American East coast Jew. She was raised in a pretty conservative synagogue and has family that ranges from not-really-observant to from-Israel-pretty-Orthodox Jew. She is energetic, spunky and terribly nice.
I realize this is getting long and I know you are short on time so I apologize. But any insight or wisdom you are able to impart on us would be very appreciated.
Have a wonderful day, I look forward to hearing your service tonight.
[HIM]
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I Propose...
For those of you who have never heard how I proposed to HER here it is.
It was a Saturday morning and we were waking up together. We didn't have anything planned so we just laid there, cuddled and chatted. Here's how the conversation sort of went.
Blah blah blah blah blah...
HER: So, are you ok with being financially ruined by me then?
(*I had previously said that I would be ready to marry someone when I am ok with being financially ruined by them.)
Me: Yea I guess I'm pretty much there.
HER: So does that mean you want to marry me?
Me: Well I can't really imagine not wanting to marry you.
HER: Are you proposing?
Me: Uh I guess. Will you marry me?
Her: (I actually forgot what she said but figure it was some variation of "yes.")
So then we get up and roll over to an antique jewelry shop to buy her a ring.
That was the story of how I proposed. This is a new story.
Ever since we bought that ring I always said I'd get her another one. Something with a bit more "flash," something new, something a bit more us. While HER was perfectly happy with the one she got she wasn't really against another ring though. Each of us had our own conditions though. I didn't want a ring that would cut my hand up, I hated diamonds so at the very least a diamond couldn't be the center piece of the ring, and it had to be durable or else she'd destroy it. She didn't like gold or yellow metals so it had to be platinum, she wanted something simple yet elegant and definitely unique.
Many of the jewelry places we went to had pretty much the same rings. Yea, the diamonds varied the cut, clarity, color and carat (I actually know of this shit) but for the most part it was all the same or similar. Ring shopping was starting to become one very annoying process. Which I guess was good since it sort of prepared me for the eventual wedding process that I'm going through now.
It wasn't until we went to Taiwan where we met up with my aunt and a friend of the family and went jewelry shopping. There, we met a designer who we worked with letting us talk about what ideas we had and how we wanted it and saying what was a good idea and teaching us why some things were bad. In the end we settled on a design that everyone like. I thought it was very us and met all of my criteria, she thought it was elegant and very unique but worried about how it would turn out since we only saw it in drawing form. She's also not very good at imagining something in her head.
Well, the ring came and I rushed to my parents house to get it. My cousin was kind enough to get it for me on her recent trip to Taiwan and drop it off at my parents house. The ring was kept in a box in a bag that looked like it housed some fancy Chinese chocolates. I hid it behind HER's pillow between the bed frame and the wall.
When we went to bed last night I asked her to move down a little since she likes to sleep on my arm and having it raised like that made it feel weird after a whole night. It didn't really (what am I a pussy?) but it did get her head out of the way of the ring. As she was starting to get settled I pull out the bag. When she asked me what it was I told her it was chocolate. She had been wanting chocolate the past few days so hearing that she snatched the bag away from me and demanded that I tell her why I've been bogarting chocolate from her. I told her to hold on and I'd open the bag. I opened the bag took out the box and asked her if she'd marry me (again). She said something (what it was exactly I forgot) that was essentially a yes and I put her new ring on her.
I thought it was cool that I'd propose to her again in bed this time as we were going to sleep instead of waking up but I think she was kind of sad that it wasn't really chocolate.
It was a Saturday morning and we were waking up together. We didn't have anything planned so we just laid there, cuddled and chatted. Here's how the conversation sort of went.
Blah blah blah blah blah...
HER: So, are you ok with being financially ruined by me then?
(*I had previously said that I would be ready to marry someone when I am ok with being financially ruined by them.)
Me: Yea I guess I'm pretty much there.
HER: So does that mean you want to marry me?
Me: Well I can't really imagine not wanting to marry you.
HER: Are you proposing?
Me: Uh I guess. Will you marry me?
Her: (I actually forgot what she said but figure it was some variation of "yes.")
So then we get up and roll over to an antique jewelry shop to buy her a ring.
That was the story of how I proposed. This is a new story.
Ever since we bought that ring I always said I'd get her another one. Something with a bit more "flash," something new, something a bit more us. While HER was perfectly happy with the one she got she wasn't really against another ring though. Each of us had our own conditions though. I didn't want a ring that would cut my hand up, I hated diamonds so at the very least a diamond couldn't be the center piece of the ring, and it had to be durable or else she'd destroy it. She didn't like gold or yellow metals so it had to be platinum, she wanted something simple yet elegant and definitely unique.
Many of the jewelry places we went to had pretty much the same rings. Yea, the diamonds varied the cut, clarity, color and carat (I actually know of this shit) but for the most part it was all the same or similar. Ring shopping was starting to become one very annoying process. Which I guess was good since it sort of prepared me for the eventual wedding process that I'm going through now.
It wasn't until we went to Taiwan where we met up with my aunt and a friend of the family and went jewelry shopping. There, we met a designer who we worked with letting us talk about what ideas we had and how we wanted it and saying what was a good idea and teaching us why some things were bad. In the end we settled on a design that everyone like. I thought it was very us and met all of my criteria, she thought it was elegant and very unique but worried about how it would turn out since we only saw it in drawing form. She's also not very good at imagining something in her head.
Well, the ring came and I rushed to my parents house to get it. My cousin was kind enough to get it for me on her recent trip to Taiwan and drop it off at my parents house. The ring was kept in a box in a bag that looked like it housed some fancy Chinese chocolates. I hid it behind HER's pillow between the bed frame and the wall.
When we went to bed last night I asked her to move down a little since she likes to sleep on my arm and having it raised like that made it feel weird after a whole night. It didn't really (what am I a pussy?) but it did get her head out of the way of the ring. As she was starting to get settled I pull out the bag. When she asked me what it was I told her it was chocolate. She had been wanting chocolate the past few days so hearing that she snatched the bag away from me and demanded that I tell her why I've been bogarting chocolate from her. I told her to hold on and I'd open the bag. I opened the bag took out the box and asked her if she'd marry me (again). She said something (what it was exactly I forgot) that was essentially a yes and I put her new ring on her.
I thought it was cool that I'd propose to her again in bed this time as we were going to sleep instead of waking up but I think she was kind of sad that it wasn't really chocolate.
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