A: "Isn't that terribly romantic?"
B: "What?"
A: "Being proposed to at Mania".
B: "That is so Bella and Cena".
A: "Oh, you're right. But that was a work it doesn't count. Is it mortifying to be proposed to in wrestling gear?"
I then begin to think about a RAW after mania proposal. Beach balls can become part of the thing. One of my favorite pay-per-views is Summer Slam then again I don't want to be proposed to in NYC. What is he trying to say with this proposal? Our personal telenovela can encompass the big bad processed telenovela? Where is Bryzgalov when we need him to explain how the universe works?
Well that was a time sensitive pop culture moment. But really no one will remember they didn't make it to the altar. I don't know if this is propaganda for the reality show or for the telenovela. It made me sad nevertheless. It added to the first round game three depression. Where I wanted to go home and eat potato chips and ice-cream. I was looking up stuff... and I came across a thumbnail of Joey Ryan proposing in the ring. I didn't watch the clip so I don't know if it's a work. I'm sure some elder statesperson proposed to someone in the ring and something about that idea makes me happy.
Nevertheless.
When he asked if I wanted to go to mania I didn't hesitate. I love wrestling, maybe not necessarily that particular company but we can attend other shows. Plus it's in New Orleans this year, that's my kind of town. Then things changed, mother nature attacked and we couldn't attend mania this year. So instead I'm here watching a team fall apart while I glare at him. Are they diving because they don't want to face Jersey? Because the league wants another matchup? Because it's better for there Canada market? I can't with this fronting.
A Stanley cup final proposal, that is what I would want. The team wins, the families gather by the rink and he drops to one knee. I don't look at the ring. I look at his dimpled smile, Russian blue eyes and say yes. This is the guy I'm marrying. Huh, who would have known at the beginning of the season? Sidebar. The game is held in Vegas and I suggest we marry that night. If you are going to jump out of an airplane, honey. You jump out of that airplane. I would suggest it but I wouldn't go through with it. I'm way too loaded and Catholic for that.
Technically he isn't even my boyfriend. We are neighbors in the same condo. I moved here less than a year ago. His parents are nice to me and I ask him if he needs anything from Target or Costco. Apparently they do things differently in professional sports and in foreign countries. It started off with hellos and me failing horrible in his mother tongue. Where he would smile and correct me.
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I've been sober 15 years and 8 days. Yup.
