I went thorough my stack of “How to Get Married” books because someone purchased one from my Half.com account. I accidentally grabbed THIS one instead of the one I sold called “Closing the Deal: Two Married Guys Take You to Wedded Bliss” and left this one on the chair. Mark thought it was a hint. I say he should wait for the subscriptions for the wedding magazines to come in…a few months.
Although when I called the switchboard of his new place of employment this afternoon asking for him…the woman on the other end of the line said “Thank you, Mrs. (INSERT MARK’S LAST NAME HERE!) When Mark got the call, he thought it was his mom with an emergency. Eegads. Even if I do marry Mark someday and I do take his name someday, I don’t think I ever want to be called Mrs.
Creepy. Old. Matronly. Possessive.
I guess I’m not ready to get those subscriptions after all!
In fact, (previously unreleased admission by Jen) I have been thinking lately that when I do get married I might not want to change my name. AND WE ALL KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING THE OPPOSITE FOR YEARS. I mean, who am I if not All Things Jane Doe Jennifer White Bread Smith? I’m not sure where this is coming from but I have been thinking about it…