In a world where we are bombarded by information, I am bombarded by The Question. <\/p>\n

The Question is the bane of my existence at this point. It follows me everywhere, whether I’m with my family, at tennis, at work, or visiting my friends. The Question is really many questions that are rolled up in to one:<\/p>\n

"When is Pete going to propose?"<\/p>\n

Of course, I ask MYSELF this question, and I vent to friends. But I hate it when other people ask me. Because once they ask, it’s followed by all sorts of other questions:<\/p>\n

"Why has he waited so long?"
"Where will the wedding be?"
"What kind of dress will you wear?"
"Is he moving in?"
"Who will be in the bridal party?"
"Where do you want to have the reception?"
"Have your parents met?"<\/p>\n

And I answer. Pete will do things in his own time, I get a little impatient but I trust him, and he’s worth the wait. The wedding would be in Miami. No idea about the dress. No, he’s not moving in. I don’t want to talk about the bridal party until I’m engaged. I don’t know about the reception. No, our parents haven’t met yet. <\/p>\n

And this will incur the following responses:<\/p>\n

"You’ll be glad that you waited. You’re so young."
"I know just how you feel. I felt the same way before ______ proposed to me."
"Don’t worry! You’ ll be next!"<\/p>\n

I especially hate it when people ask me in front of him. Ask us, I guess. It’s so awkward! Like the other night outside of an ice cream store when one of the tennis ladies said, "So, when are you guys getting married?" Luckily Pete laughed. Luckily that doesn’t freak him out.<\/p>\n

Last night a friend said, "______ waited 6 extra months to propose because his girlfriend and her family kept asking him when he would. You need to tell people to stop bothering him." That just seems wrong to me. And I’m allowed to talk to him about it, he’s my best friend. <\/p>\n

I can’t say that I’m totally innocent in this. I do talk about it a lot. I’m slightly impatient, but more excited to see how this stage of my life is unfolding. And he will propose, and we’ll laugh at how obnoxious I’ve been, and I’ll love him even more because he can handle me and my crazy emotions. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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