So I got sucked into something from the Today show about perfect/crazy marriage proposals and have been reading about different wacky things the guys did to make the moment special.
The truth is that with Mr. MM and I there wasn’t an exact point of proposal for us, and I feel a little sorry for that. But really, only a little because its not that big of a deal for me. In fact, I think that the closest thing that we do have for a proposal is something very unique: I kind of proposed to him.
There are two points of proposal, I think. The first was before I went to Egypt for my best friend Saaso’s wedding, Saaso also being the one who originally introduced us. Mr. MM and I had been online friends for roughly a year and him being serious about religion and me being serious about not being in an online “relationship” (and religion too) we were strictly platonic. But there was definite attraction on a physical, spiritual, and intellectual level. The closer I got to traveling to Egypt, and the more I thought about the possiblity of meeting up with him, the more nervous and butterfly-stomachey I got. When I evaluated my reasons for being all sweaty-palmed I realized that I had a crush on him and I had no idea what to do, so I called Saaso.
When I confessed to her my deep, dark secret she laughed at me. LAUGHED. Apparently Mr. MM had written to her about five weeks before that to tell her that he really liked me, planned to meet me, but planned to do it all halal and with pure intentions, and then swore her to secrecy. Armed with this knowledge I met him online that night and cornered him on his intentions towards me. He answered caught of guard: Marriage of course.
Not really a proposal, but hey I’m grasping at straws. The second one is better.
Fast forward to six weeks on of being in Egypt. Mr. MM and I had spent a lot of mostly chaperoned but always in public time together getting to know each other face to face. I had met his mom, dad, and other family, and felt that we were at a do or die moment. On June 29th at about 11 PM at night we- Mr. MM, myself, his dad, dad’s wife, his sister, and I think someone else- were all packed together into his dad’s car (masry-style ya’ll, you know the clown car routine) drinking cane juice outside of the juice shop. I turned to Mr. MM, who was mid-cane juice gulp, and asked, “We’re getting married right? I mean, do you feel like you want to marry me?” (I knew the answer to THAT of course) and he said, “*swallow* Yes, of course,” and went back to drinking. I said, “Ok, why don’t we get married on the 4th of July?” to which he choked on his juice and coughing said, “Thats like 4 days away!”
But we did it anyway. I mean come on, admit that its cool, we’ll have fireworks on every anniversary and the day off of work. It can’t get better than that.
How’s that for a marriage proposal eh?
Nothin’ like being stuffed into a car with too many people, on a mind-numbingly hot night, drinking fresh-squeezed cane juice in (I think) crowded Nasr City (or Ghamra I can’t remember), and being given four days to plan a wedding.
Maybe I should write into the Today show.