There are a lot of questions I’m genuinely very sick of hearing in life.
“Hey, can you tell me how to get to George St?”
Ummm. Sure. Pick up your phone, put your destination in maps and press ‘Go’. Pls.
“How are you?”
IfIanswerhonestlyIwillprobscry.
“What’s that stain on your top?”
No.
But the question that’s been haunting me lately is different. It’s rarer, but just as distressing.
You see, I’ve discovered that once you turn a certain age (26? 27?) and happen to have a partner of the male variety (because heteronormativity), you can’t go on a holiday, or do anything moderately exciting, really, without being asked one very specific question:
“Do you think he’s going to propose????”
Um, well, I didn’t.
Until you said it.
And now even though I'm not really thinking about marriage I feel like I should be and maybe he really doesn't love me and that's why he hasn't proposed? I mean we also don't have any money and are kinda just fine how we are and I'm not even sure I believe in marriage but SURELY SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG HERE AND WHY AM I ALL OF A SUDDEN ACTING LIKE A MARRIAGE-OBSESSED-MANIAC.
I was at work before a trip with my partner recently when a colleague casually asked the dreaded question. And I found myself intentionally putting in an obscene effort with my appearance every day because the seed had been planted. And if you're going to be proposed to, you should probably look nice?