"I hope I bought your cell phone the right kind of ring."

My girlfriend keeps having dreams that I propose and slip an ugly, gaudy ring onto her finger. Thing is, I ain't proposing. Yet. The frequency of these dreams is enough to, if I were a boy, make my man parts shrink up inside me and flee in terror. But, since I'm a lesbian, I just smile and make promises not to eff it up when it does happen. Her nightmares include large colored gemstones set into gold, but this whole time I was thinking I'd go with a huge pearl or some quartz, maybe. Eh, I'll decide at some point; I figure if I could string her along with KSG (kinda-sorta girlfriend) status for almost 7 months then I have plenty of time to get down on my knee.

I haven't played the marriage planning thing very much in the past; I was never that little girl who dreamt of her dream wedding and giddily picked out colors with her best friends. Between basketball and cartoons, I was far too busy for all that. But, somehow, as my personal tastes have evolved I know some of the definites already and as Meg and I have giddy conversations about it, I know we're on the same page.

But, until then, our cell phones are the only things that are married in our lives so far. Yesterday, we combined plans and, for my sweet gf, this was a huge step in our relationship. Granted, I took on all the burden and took her plan into mine so it's my neck on the line, but it's still a positive step to tricking Meg into letting me move in and paying off all my bills. ;) I hate that she's been burned in the past by this sort of thing so she's a little wary, but I think each day she sees that I'm not going anywhere and we're doing great.

In other news, and probably a bit more important than all this, is that we just celebrated the election of Barack Obama. My gf and I have been working with the campaign for the last couple months and worked the polls from morning to night together and it was beyond words how wonderful it was to see everything come together on Tuesday night. It's one of those moments in history that you'll always remember where you were and I'm ecstatic that I saw it all happen curled up with Meg in our pjs and in each other's arms. It was one of the most beautiful moments in both our national and my personal history. Thank you, sweet girl, for your hard work and dedication to hope and optimism and for dragging me out to see how each person can impact the whole. We got to see the nation and our state, which hadn't gone blue since 1964, turn into a rainbow of new promise and dedication. And we got to see it together.