We met over Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I was in Starbucks with my nose buried in the book, and she came over my shoulder and whispered, "Don't Panic!"
...I did. I had never seen anyone so beautiful. I invited her to sit down, though, and she did, and we talked about the book and some of our shared interests-- how we share the Ninth Doctor in common as our favorite; how we both love caramel in our hot drinks, even if it's a spring day; how we both like winter best and would I like to go see the orchestra with her? It's where she was headed anyway. I said I'd love to, I go to this Starbucks all the time because it's right by to the concert hall.
"Who are they playing?"
"Beethoven and Grieg."
They could have been playing anyone and I would have said yes.
And that was our first date.
Next week, it'll have been forty-two months ago. Our forty-two month anniversary. Three and a half years.
Next Friday I'm going to ask her to marry me at the Starbucks where we met, right before the orchestra concert we have tickets for.
It'll be our forty-two month anniversary, and I'm going to ask her to marry me because she's my answer to life, the universe, and everything.
And I won't panic.