Caught!

Alright. Last night, watching tv, and a big marriage proposal comes on. I'm not going to say what show, in case anyone makes fun of me. If you watch the show, you know. And cheesy, and silly and all that jazz...but when he goes down on one knee, and presents the ring (nice rock, btw) and she looks at it...I tear up a little. Just a little. Enough though that the guy I live with and love says "AHA!" and calls me on it. Okay. Now, I don't believe in marriage (see previous post), and I don't believe in happily ever after, I'm not sure if I even believe in monogamy. (Just a note- I AM monogamous. But I don't believe it is for everyone, or even that it is the way we are supposed to be as human beings- but thats a whole other post!)
But I'm still a girl. And it has been ingrained in me. There is something about a marriage proposal- its romantic, and beautiful, and....yeah, it makes me cry a little. So do weddings! Watching a wedding, even on tv, brings a little tear. (And not because I feel sorry for the poor suckers.).

I guess its not so much the proposal, or the wedding, its the feeling of hope it represents. The romance of someone throwing caution to the wind and getting down on their knees and asking someone else to love them. The pure hopefullness and belief in forever that saying "I do" represents. Its pretty, and lovely to see.

But I still wouldn't want to do it myself. I will just admire it from afar, and feel a little sad when it inevitably fails. Because that part is the fairy tale part...and fairy tales are pretend.