My New Husband

The proposal was so romantic. I nearly cried.

We were sitting in the cafeteria. I was talking to my Taiwanese friend, Lydia (I don't know her Mandarin name), he was hitting on a Korean girl in an obnoxious and joking manner. Then he leaned across the table and said to me, "Will you marry me?" I nearly choked on my iced tea. He said, "It's okay, you don't have to tell me now. We wait a couple minutes."

I said, "Well, let's go have a cigarette then."

And I explained that marriage for a passport is not an unfamiliar concept in my world.

At dinner, by random coincidence* we arrived at the same time. I got my food, he got his, and then he scampered off. I found a seat with some other people we knew. He sat down and handed me a knife, fork, spoon, and napkins. I told him that was very sweet and I didn't think any boy had ever gotten me silverware before. He said he was just taking care of his future wife.

I collapsed in a puddle of giggles. Apparently people find this charming.

It's kind of funny. Everyone thinks we're sleeping together. But we're not. At least not yet. We shall see, I suppose.

*No, really