I tend to make assumptions pretty regularly.
I assume everyone thinks I'm funny.
I assume my feet have stopped growing.
I assume chocolate will always be a viable breakfast option.
When I was dating my wife, I also assumed we would never break up.
This wasn't really an issue until the Dave Matthews Band came to town and my sister wanted to go. Since we wanted to make sure to get good seats, I staggered out of bed one Saturday morning to get in line for tickets.
I assumed (notice a pattern here?) that my wife (then girlfriend) would be willing to go too, so I got in line intending to purchase three tickets.
That's when I attempted math (something I should never try without a calculator present) and realized the concert was still several months away. Technically, that meant my girlfriend could come to her senses and realize she could do better.
So, I thought I would confront this dilemma head on. I called her up and this is a rough approximation of the resulting conversation:
Nathan: ... Hey ... Sorry to bug you so early on a Saturday.
Saintly Girlfriend: (Trying not to sound groggy) Oh, it's no problem.
Nathan: I'm in line to buy tickets for the Dave Matthews Band concert for my sister and me, and I wanted to see if you'd be interested in going too.
Saintly Girlfriend: That sounds like fun. Sure. I'd love to.
Nathan: Here's the catch. It's not for another 5 months. ... So ... do you think you'll still be around at that point?
(That's me. Smooth as sandpaper.)
Saintly Girlfriend: ... Um, yeah. I think I'll still be here.
(Honestly, what did I expect her to say? Yes, I'll marry you?)
Nothing says awkward like getting a call from your boyfriend at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning to ask about your level of commitment to the relationship.