If you've been on the proposal stories thread, you know how Mr Belle proposed to me. If not, here's the epic romantic tale in all of its heartwarming detail:

The day after we met, Mr Belle said "We should get married." I laughed at him, prompting him to respond with "I'm serious! ... you fat bitch."

Offensive to some, but I dissolved into giggles and accepted. See, the day before (the day we met) we had spent the day watching the Winter Olympics at a mutual friends house on TV (where poor Lindsay Jacobellis lost her gold... ) and then later that night, we all went out to a bar.

At this bar, there was an enemy of our mutual friends, who was loud and drunk and declaring us all 'fat bitches' (despite the fact that she was the same size as me, and fatter than all my skinny friends  ) As a result, we all call each other fat all of the time.

"Ugh, Sarah's late again. She's so fat."
"Where's that fat bitch with my drink?"
"This is the best birthday present ever, fatass!"
And my favourite: "YOU LOSE. YOU LOSE LIKE LINDSAY JACOBELLIS LOST THE GOLD BECAUSE SHE'S SO FAT."

As for the wedding... well, we'll get around to it at some point. Just not yet because we're FAT