There's Something Out There, Mulder

I cannot believe I'm telling this story. Matt was talking on his blog about people proposing at baseball games--which by the way is COMPLETELY cliche', if you ask me. I mean, get an imagination. Duh.

When I was 17 years old and Shawn was 19, we went to see The X-Files at the theater.

It's bad enough the television show became a movie, but it's even worse that Shawn paid good hard earned wages for us to see it. Anywho, just before the movie began, he kissed me and placed something in my hand.

I squinted through the darkness of the theater and realized it was a ring. An engagement ring. "Will you marry me?" Shawn asks.

I actually laughed a little--not because of his proposal. Not because of the ridiculous setting of his proposal. Yes, actually, because I was happy that he'd asked.
Meanwhile, Shawn is in the seat to my left getting a bit nervous. "Well?" he asks. "Yes!" I exclaim. And then we sat through the movie.

Pretty lame. Of course, a little back-up story tells that for the past year he'd been saying he would ask me to marry him in a very creative way. "It will involve water." That's all he would say.

Shawn's original plan was to place the ring in his mouth, kiss me, then shove the ring into my mouth. Teenagers..... Once at the movie, Shawn suddenly became afraid that I might choke on the darn thing and simply placed it in my hand.

Shawn knew I had no intention of becoming a teenage wife, however he thought an engagement would be OK. He also knew that I admired those people who came up with elaborate, or interesting, or just plain neat ways to propose.

And there we sat. For two hours. Watching Agents Scully and Mulder run through a corn field and discover UFOs and whatnot.
Sigh.
We didn't get married till 3 or 4 years later, in a court house, where my parents showed up dressed better than we were. And no, we didn't write our own vows.


"That's pretty lame, Mulder."

I think I've done enough damage but allow me to make you make that sound when you bite into a burrito and bite into a pig's tooth found somewhere in the center, just mixed all up in the meat in one whole piece:

We were 14 and 16, respectively. Shawn goes, "So uh, aren't your boyfriends' gonna be mad that we're hangin' out?"
(Yes, he said boyfriendS. Plural. Not withstanding that I was shy, quiet, awkward, and had never even kissed a boy.)

"Um...I don't have a boyfriend," I shyly said.
"Oh. You want one?"


Uggggghhhhhhh......
See? Pig's tooth.