Yes, it finally happened. Last Saturday at noon, I asked for DG’s hand in marriage. Her response: “Okay–but just this once.”
We were camping in Greenfield, NH, in what will now become famous in JFCC-DG lore as “Campsite 149” (though I have little doubt I will someday misremember it as “Campsite 49,” owing to Pynchon’s 49th lot). I had planned to propose during a hike, but when it became clear that no force on this earth could get DG to go on said hike, I quickly and brilliantly devised a plan to just ask while we were alone at our campsite. It wasn’t quite as elaborate as I’d imagined I’d propose someday, but it was certainly memorable. Despite some reservations about being proposed to while not having showered in over twenty-four hours, DG accepted my proposal.
Before you ask, no, there’s no date set–best guess is “late summer ’08,” but nothing’s certain until she finishes her doctorate.
It’s interesting, being engaged. Technically nothing’s different, except my girlfriend now has a tiny, expensive piece of jewelry (which she admires and fiddles with obsessively). Yet something has definitely changed. I feel more adult, which is significant when your main hobby is collecting action figures.
In any event, all is well and we’re very happy. The photo below is from the following day, after we’d had a chance to clean up (including a shower) and head down to my parents’ house.