In other news,
Jane has had the worst luck with proposals.
“Surprise! I am getting married. I love Blanche so much. So much. I mean you. When I said Blanche I meant you. I love you so much. It was a metaphor. I still have the ring though. Seems like a waste not to get hitched. But I’m still married. So we can’t get married for realsies. But we can play house and pretend.”
“Surprise! You know how you wanted to make a difference to the lives of underprivileged kids in Vancouver via an arts and crafts program? How about instead coming to India with me and being a nurse, even though you don’t want to be a nurse. Oh, and we can get married. Otherwise you won’t actually be placed near me, and it’s too dangerous for you to be on your own. Seems like a waste not to get hitched. But I don’t want to like… be actually married to you. Yuck. It’s just you’ve already got the training.”
That was a hella good adaptation of the novel.
Good thing I’m not steering this boat, because if someone caught me in one of those “I’m stuck in a rut from which I can never escape” kind of moods, I would totally get fake-married and go to India, even though I’m a Rochester Apologist from way back.