Turns out there’s a Spanish tradition I like quite a bit: when a couple get engaged, the woman is given a ring from the man, and the man is given a watch from the woman. These days, it turns out, the watches are something ridiculous: a Rolex or a Patek Philippe or something a bit too… much. Sometimes, however, you can meet a girl who is unlike anyone you’ve ever met, is stunningly gorgeous inside and out and is as unbelievably valuable to you as anyone that’s ever existed. The kind of girl, it turns out, you intend to keep. And that particular girl can find the most special pocket watch she can imagine, walk you out on a cold November night in London to Primrose Hill (a special place), sit you down on a bench, hand you that very pocket watch, and ask you to marry her.

I said Yes.