Anyone who has a problem with pure, unadulterated, vomit-inducing romantic cheesiness might want to leave... now.

Because today, friends, we are talking about engagement pictures.

(Is anyone still here? Anyone? Bueller?)

Okay, look -- Not that it'll help, but let me go on the record as saying that, prior to last month, I would have laughed at the very idea of taking engagement pictures. I would have scoffed at anyone who dared suggest it. I may have even, at one time, snickered in secret at a friend's photo set and inwardly dissed the entire engagement-picture-taking enterprise as vain, silly, and inherently retarded.

Which it, um, kind of is.

But you know what? As an engaged girl, your sense of proper, enlightened, non-narcissistic behavior has this crazy way of going entirely out the window when your groom-to-be turns to you and says, "You know, before my brother got married, he and his fiancée took some engagement pictures." ...And then, just when you are about to demonstrate your totally proper, enlightened, non-narcissistic behavior by calling your fiancé's brother "vain and inherently retarded", your fiancé says, "I think it would be cool if we did that too."

To which you reply, "Why darling, what a lovely idea! I have always wanted to take engagement pictures!"

And furthermore, to your great surprise, this is actually not a lie.

Because -- and this is key -- your fiancé happens to be possessed of the sort of hotness that makes women's panties spontaneously drop to the floor when he walks into a room. And even if everything goes to shit between now and September, you will still have photographic evidence that you once had the love of a hot, hot man.

(And also, because back when you first got engaged, some of your blog readers demanded that pictures of the hot fiancé be posted immediately. So you see, dear readers, I was ONLY thinking of you.)

Well, anyway, we did it. Off we went to Central Park, where we had a lovely time frolicking around in the grass and mooning at each other whilst our even more lovely photographer snapped our picture and told us how nice we looked. And although the resulting images might be construed as condemning evidence that I am, indeed, vain, silly, and inherently retarded... well, we also look pretty hot. And if I can't post Pretty Hot Photos on my blog?

Well, then the terrorists have won.

So today I am proud to present not just my two very favorite engagement pictures, but also, for the very first time on pink india ink, A Picture of Brad, The Hot Fiancé.



Ladies, you can thank me later.