After the initial excitement has died down (and after I carefully kept my prized Neil Gaiman’s first edition and autographed Sandman tome lest I find a hole in it!), we mulled over how we are going to tell everyone, especially my parents.
First we told Norman’s parents. Naturally, being the easy going people that they are, they had no qualms over his son marrying me. His mom was so happy because she feels like she is gaining a daughter (he is the only child, a son at that!) and excitedly went to the den to call every single relatives and friends in her phone book.
Then came the crucial part. I told Mom that Norman will be coming over to dinner and that very night itself, she dished up a stupendous spread. In the midst of Norman handing over the bowl of gravy to my Dad, I couldn’t take it much longer and blurted out: “We’ve got something to say.” Norman stopped midair, then remembered that the bowl was made from breakable material and hastily put it down before he dropped it. Everyone was silent and all eyes were on us.
“Norman asked me to marry him and I said yes.”
I said it in a hurry and in one breath, eyes closed. After ten seconds, I reopened them again, expecting disapproving looks from my parents. Instead, all we got were chuckles and relieved sighs.
“Was that it? Boy, we thought you were PREGNANT or something!” was what Dad said.
I rolled my eyes and joined in the laughter.
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After that we told our friends and all of them are pretty glad that we are getting married. “Have lots of geek kids will ya?” Lol. Our “geek” friends even threw us a surprise “Happy Engagement” party and everyone came dressed as their favorite comic book / sci-fi / superhero / supervillain. Now that’s a funny sight!
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