In early April of 2013 I decided to marry my girlfriend. Due to the size and scope of the decision, I also decided to sit on it for a few months, let it simmer, and see how I felt about it down the road.
July 29th, I pulled the trigger.
I decided to remain standing (instead of the traditional “getting on one knee”), because man does not belong on his knees. Not now, not yesterday, not tomorrow, not ever.
Kneeling also seemed like an absolutely terrible way to begin such a specific and unique relationship; a commitment between two independent, complimentary equals. Equals meet on equal ground.
So, to hell with that tradition.
After literally falling on the floor, and then a brief discussion, she said yes. Although on hindsight, collapsing to the floor was the true “yes” moment.
Long time readers might be scratching their heads at this point : why is Anthony getting married? Aren’t I against “those things”?
I have no objections to marriage in and…