I received my first ever proposal when I was ten years old from a boy in my class called Richard Gibson. In our school we had these white plastic 30cm rulers that were ideal for passing messages on; you could write on the back with pencil and rub it out when you were done, then when you wanted to pass a note to someone it jut looked like you were helpfully passing them a ruler.
One day I had a ruler passed to me from Richard Gibson.
“Will you marry me?” it said in pencil on the back.
I wrote back. “Which school?” At ten, your choice of secondary school was a life defining thing.
“Stanchester,” he wrote back.
“Huish Episcopi,” I wrote back, “sorry.”
And that was that.
I then went through a bit of a dry spell proposal wise, a 27 year dry spell in fact, which was broken on my birthday in April this year when I received my second ever marriage proposal.
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