And so it was that on New Year's Eve, 1995, we went out to dinner at a supper club and then went back to our little apartment, where he dropped to one knee and asked me the big question. I accepted his proposal and started planning my wedding, which would take place 17 months later.
Did you ever watch those paternity tests on Maury? Is that show still on? I caught a few episodes years ago - it was pretty corny. One thing that always struck me was how young the who-fathered-my-baby chicks were. Also, I wondered about their math skills ("I'm 150-percent sure that JJ is the daddy!") When the dude would come out, there was sometimes a conversation between the two that went something like this: "Baby, you and me been through so much together." And I always thought, "What are you talking about? You're 16!"
Me and my guy, though? We have legitimately been through some stuff. 23 1/2 years worth of stuff. Good, bad, ugly, you name it. I still dig him, though. Would I do anything differently? Probably not. I know I would accept that proposal all over again. So, I'll happily keep wearing this ring because well, you know.
|One day, a few weeks ago, I pried off the ring to clean it. I realized I was ringless when I got to work. So, I was officially single for the day. Nothing exciting happened, though.|