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.
This:
"I would marry you--I'm ready. Would you accept me as your husband?"
Followed by:
[shocked--but brief--silence]
"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.
3 comments:
Wow. I think this means that both of us have turned down a strange marriage proposal in favor of waiting for someone who could take us to the temple. Go us for sticking to our principles.
Wow. Just wow. You're breaking hearts left and right!
And if your French is at a 5th grade level, I may as well just give up right now.
One of the things I have always been impressed with is your strength of character. It shines through everything you do and is the most attractive thing in the universe. No wonder people are falling all over themselves to propose to you! You're amazing! Truly... I told you this once before, and I have never forgotten it - I hope my daughter grows up to be a woman like you. Your parents (and Father in Heaven) are very, very proud of you.
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