So, my Egyptian-Italian friend almost propsed to me last week. I guess you could call it a pseudo-proposal. Or a mostly-proposal. I don't know. A partial proposal? I don't have much to compare it to.
"I would marry you--I'm ready. Would you accept me as your husband?"
"I'm sorry, but no. I can't marry you. I want to be married in the temple of my church so I can be with my husband for eternity. That's what I've wanted since I was a little girl, and it's something I'm not willing to give up--not for anyone."
This led to a brief discussion about my belief (and his hesitancy to believe) in an afterlife. This is where the language barrier gets really annoying. It's hard enough for two people who speak a common language fluently to be on the same page (and I don't mean agree--I mean wrap their mind around what the other person is saying and understand where they are coming from) in regards to things like an afterlife or eternal marriage, but throw in the fact that I speak French at the level of... let's say... a 5th grader, and it becomes a little more challenging.
So, all in all, last Wednesday was supremely surreal.