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Off the fence and into the bliss?

We've collected, or they've collected us, a group of really cool friends through the years. They run the gamut, these friends, and span every conceivable profession with the exception of psychiatry, though one of our friends has gone back to school and will be a practicing psychologist specializing in grief management once she gets through.

Our friends are diverse, professionally as well as culturally, which makes for good conversation and spirited debates from time to time, as one might imagine.

Two of these friends have been cohabbing for over a decade. A DECADE. He was married before, and apparently suffered so much emotional trauma during the breakup he vowed never to repeat that ever again.  She was also married before, under difficult circumstances, and divorced. She tried to save someone who wasn't ready to be saved, so when she left she was empty and sad. So when they got together and the sparks ignited and then they pursued their relationship and then they moved in together, they were both on the same page.

But somewhere along the way she healed, and decided that maybe being married again would be a really good thing, particularly to this very special person with whom she was deeply in love.

But he did not heal, and stuck to his 'I'm never ever ever ever getting married again. My heart got ripped out last time, I'm not going through that again. Ever.'

Over time this created sadness. This made us all look at him and wonder why he was being such a moron, and made us wonder why, if she cared so much about something she knew he wasn't ever going to do again, she stayed. She's an accomplished professional with balls of steel, just for the record.

But apparently, if a PS in an email to G.G. just now is to be believed, Never Ever Man asked her to marry him.

Really?

So at this juncture I ask, Did she say yes? (I sent her a text and am awaiting her response. Personally I think she should make him squirm a little, just out of principle.

The other question is, assuming they do this, and we're invited to the Big Event, what the hell do we get them? They've got everything under the sun in a gorgeous house in the foothills.

I have no earthly idea.

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