That One Girl: On a scale of 1-10, 10 being you're absolutely sure you want to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me (as you've stated in the past), where do you fall?
That One Girl: Huh?
That One Girl: Did you say 8?
That One Girl: Oh.
Him: What? Is that bad?
That One Girl: It's your answer.
That One Girl promptly moves "ring with diamonds" given last Christmas to right hand and closes Kleinfeld.com website.
Thinks to self "time to readjust thinking because apparently I have forgotten, nothing is quite as it seems"