Yes, my flirtatious introversion has finally paid off. Aeon and I are getting married next year! About a week ago he asked me to meet him on top of a hill near my house, and I ran all the way to the top, where I found he had marvelously set up a table and chairs and two glasses of prosecco. When he asked me to marry him and opened the little velvet box, I squealed “Yes! Of course I will!” and glomped him. Eeeeeeee!
“Flirty, I still have to put the ring on your finger.”
This episode reminded me of the night we were introduced. After a Catholic Event, Aeon walked up to preoccupied and awkward me and said “Hi, I’m Aeon.”
Aeon’s friend: “Aeon, this is flirtyintrovert.”
Me again: “Oh, yes, um, I’m flirty. That’s me. Nice to meet you.” Aeon found this improbably enchanting.
I was always afraid that I didn’t know how to fall in love, but the suspense is over now. I used to comb through relationship columns, asking “How will I know?” Sometimes the answers filled me with alarm: Seraphic, for instance, described a sort of head-exploding delirium that sounded quite beyond my powers. You have to take your temperament into account, though. Seraphic would admit to lifelong boy-craziness, whereas I am usually as crush-proof as a stainless steel briefcase. It was only when a man would show active interest in me that I could form an attraction to him – which, come to think of it, is an awfully enviable gift!
My advice for any other calm, phlegmatic girls out there: you’ll know it’s true love when marriage is on the table and you really feel like marrying the guy. I am sick of shuttling back and forth between my house and Aeon’s apartment; I can’t wait until we can just lock the door and go to bed without scandalizing all our friends and relations. I just love him! How else can I explain it? I can’t report any flu-like symptoms, heart palpitations (yet lightness of heart most certainly), hallucinations or hysteria. You don’t need to feel like you’re losing your mind. Me, I just feel like I’ve found Home.
Here are some of the manifold excellences of Aeon:
1. He is endlessly kind. When I was freaking out over my grading, he came over and let me cry all over him. Then he took me to a pub and bought me a Blue Moon and a martini. Even aside from crises like this, he is very patient with my weird, meandering brain.
2. He is soooo funny! His personae include a 20s radio announcer, a narrator of nature documentaries, a D&D nerd, and a spy named Edgar Figaro. He’s always trolling me, and we laugh a lot.
3. He’s from Brooklyn and says ‘wardah’ for ‘water.’ He has big blue eyes with long lashes and he puffs out his burly chest if we are walking through a shady part of town. He likes to drink Guinness and eat spaghetti and meatballs. He is adorable (in a hot way).
4. Fortunately he thinks I’m hot too.
5. Catholic; not a Jansenist. Loves God. Talks theology and philosophy with me.
6. Makes money writing about superheroes.
7. Has a million friends.
8. – 276. (to be continued.)
Okay, I need to wrap this up and find us some dinner. The ring, if you’re curious, is elvish-looking, Art Deco, and set with a pearl instead of a diamond. Unique, not too pricey, but vulnerable to lemon juice and scratches, so needs to be treated gently.