Oh my god, it was so romantic. We were walking around town in the rain arguing about which movie to see and he was all, “Do you want to get married?” He didn’t even get down on one knee because he’s so progressive. And I was all, “Wait! Hold the phone! Swivel the camera toward me ’cause I’m about to go off on a crazy montage that depicts my liberal feminist agenda that you’ll hinder!”
There are just certain things you can’t do when you’re married to some misogynistic asshole you proposed to you on the street after an argument.