We had dinner with my parents and the son of old family friends and his girlfriend the other night. They're more like family than friends, actually.
So after we left, he grilled my dad about Nick. He'd done the same thing to me when I told him. It's very fast - is this too fast? How well do you actually know him? Is he good enough for Lisa? Is he acting like he's all fantastic and will he only show his real colors after the wedding?
He was very supportive, but suspicious. Why so fast?
Nobody had done this to me. He was worried he was overstepping his bounds, but the truth is, I appreciated the loving concern. He's behaving like the older brother I've never had.
But honestly, it's all been like living in dog years. It's never felt fast.
A couple weeks ago - the night of the Bell's dinner, when I told those guys they should go ahead and sleep around - we hit our six month anniversary. I couldn't actually say it without giggling. I spent the whole day telling people. And giggling.
"Today is our six-month anniversary. Hee hee hee."
The people who know me best saw the hilarity of it, laughed along with me. Six months! And look where we are!
Six months. And we'd been engaged for more than half of them.
Once we got engaged, we were wishing the weeks would go by faster. So we wouldn't look quite as foolish, like we'd jumped in too fast.
I can't remember if I told you this, but when we got engaged I told a good friend of mine that I was worried about everyone saying it was too fast.
And she said, "People will definitely say that. Just not to your face."
Somehow, that made it better.
We met on a Tuesday, and so every Tuesday I'd say, "We've hit a week point."
Of course it sounds like "weak point" and the first couple times Nick got all concerned. But after that, he was pointing out the Tuesdays along with me.
There was a Pit of Three Months: We felt like we were stuck in three months forever. It's not like the Pit of Despair, but time felt as if it stopped at month three. It was slogging through quicksand to get out of the three month place. Absolutely interminable.
We weren't having a bad time. We were just tired of saying, "Three months," when people asked us how long we'd been together.
The Tuesday of Week 13 we did a little out of three months! dance. "Four months!" We could start saying four months!
And then after that, time just went, and people were used to the idea of us being engaged, and we got used to it.
We realized the Bell's dinner coincided nicely with our six month anniversary, and both felt like a good reason to splurge.
And so now the balance, I think, has tipped. We're past six months, which is a reasonable time frame in which to get engaged. Not that it's not fast, but, at least at our age, almost nobody thinks it's a big hurry hurry.
Then the other day Nick said, "Hey! We're now closer to getting married than we are to meeting."