Squandrous

A modest proposal.

I asked a stranger to marry me in Paris yesterday.

She said yes.

Okay, so she wasn’t a complete stranger. I had met her about three hours before through a friend, and we hit it off immediately. We ended up spending the entire evening talking to each other and getting to know each other.

Towards the end of the evening, her friends were getting ready to leave, and cracked a small joke, saying that we spent the whole night talking to each other and no one else — a bit like a married couple.

At that, she turned to me and said to her friends, seemingly jokingly, “Well, we aren’t a married couple. He hasn’t proposed yet.”

So I proposed. Why not?

She said yes.

Not sure if it was the sight of me on crutches trying to get down on one knee or if it was just the ambiance of the city (the Eiffel Tower was lit up a beautiful blue behind us), but something about the whole situation made her smile and say yes.

Fear not, I’m not getting married. Yet.

It was a conditional yes that only comes into place if I decide to move to Paris or she decides to move to Toronto. Long distance marriages don’t work very well. =)

But yup, I proposed. And she said yes.

Productive weekend so far, if you ask me.