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I’m getting engaged in six weeks. I’m getting engaged in six weeks. I’m getting engaged in six flipping weeks!
I’ll just say it one more time, purely to get my point across – I’m getting engaged! In six weeks!
Now I’m over the panic at the speed of it all, and I’ve managed to pepper in conversations – albeit very un-subtly - at work, I’m allowing myself to enjoy the moment and revel in the fact that I’m actually, actually getting engaged. To a boy I like. Who would’ve thought it?
Also, bonus points for beating some of my closest friends down the aisle (even if it’s a pretend makeshift aisle as we don’t do churches). Not that it’s a race but even so... I’m getting engaged!
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OKAY, I SHOULD REIN it in a little. I don’t want to jinx myself. As mum frequently reminds me, a lot can go wrong between now and the 4th of June.
“Have some shorom,” mum says, begging me to adopt some modesty when I acknowledge the fact that I’ve done pretty well choosing a decent boy.
I can’t help but be a smug git. At one point, I didn’t expect to meet anyone at all. Or I figured it would be a serious compromise.
Julia and Reena, for all their past relationships and generally more progressive outlook on marriage, always worried about me. So it’s nice to know that I, with my medieval background and arranged marriage process, have met a great guy before them. I’ll be marrying him, too.
So for everyone who’s been pooh-poohing the modern arranged marriage process where you get introduced and make your own intros, I just want to stick it to them. The system works. Surely I’m allowed to be self-satisfied about that?
Anyway, can’t spend all day revelling in my own sense of accomplishment, I’ve got an engagement to plan.