My girlfriend picked me up and we went for dinner that night at our favorite Chinatown restaurant, which is where I proposed, in a manner of speaking. The conversation went something like this:Read the rest here.
"I'm hosed," I said over the moo shu chicken (or words to that effect). "I'm under 25, single and just totaled your car. My insurance is going to go through the roof. Why don't we get married?"
"OK," she said.
"Your mom's coming out from Chicago for a visit in January," I went on. "Let's do it then, and save her a trip."
"Fine," she replied.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
L.A. Affairs on proposing pragmatists
I'm impressed they didn't go with a New Year's theme. Here you go--