Michelle and I took our engagement photos with Harrison who is one of my groomsmen and a super talented photographer. Check him out for Los Angeles wedding photography. I’d post more but Michelle already beat me to the punch. Taking photos is super tiring, but Harrison made it a lot of fun and all about us. Still I’m making this marriage last, because I don’t want to take photos again.
Make sure to check out Michelle’s blog to see more pictures of us faking romance. Yes, I said faking. Everyone that knows us would have walked right past us if they were looking for us and saw a couple in some of these poses.
I’m sure you’ve all seen Michelle’s latest post. I’m also sure you’ve seen one of her latest Twitter posts.
I’d like to offer a different side to the story, a tale of deception and corruption. This is the story of a blogger gone bad.
Michelle: I need to blog more, but I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to come up with good ideas.
Me: Well you just need one good idea to get you out of your slump and back in the game.
Michelle: What should I write about, computers?
Me: Don’t be ridiculous. Most of your readers are girls. You should be writing about things like delicious Thanksgiving dinners. Wait! I got it. Let’s stage an engagement. You can milk it for a couple years, write about wedding stuff too. Girls will eat that stuff up!
Michelle: That’s a great idea! Our families will be kind of mad when they find out, but it’s a small price to pay for blogger fame. Our story will have to be intricate.
Me: Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered. I’m going to work up this video and people will be so caught up in it that they won’t realize it’s old footage from “The Wonder Years” and by the time anyone figures out, we’ll be on our way to Mexico.
Michelle: Muahahahahahaha! Come on, do the evil laugh with me!
Or I could just be in love…you decide.
I recently came to the realization that I am not afraid of moving forward in my relationship. I told Michelle to figure out what kind of ring style she would like. This was two and a half weeks ago.
Since then she has posted this and this. I’ve created a monster. There is a marked difference between not being ready to move forward and racing forward. I am not looking to be the Michael Phelps of relationships. When she came back from Hawaii and said, “I planned out the whole wedding,” Not even one Star Wars themed idea. Not one. She even contemplated going to a wedding dress sample sale this weekend.
I’ve pulled the reigns on this thing before the horse gets in front of the cart. The last thing I want is to propose and have Michelle call a wedding planner first. “Green light! It’s a go! Okay, I have to go call my parents now.”