autistic anon meets monika

How Anon and Monika met for the first time
You woke up early to soft kisses planted on your lips. “You have to wake up sleepyhead…” a soft voice giggled.
It was 9 o clock on a Saturday. Saturday morning. To be up this early was a mistake, Saturdays were for sleeping in ever since they invented the DVR and allowed you to record cartoons. N-not that you still did that…
You hadn’t opened your eyes yet, but you knew what had happened. She had arrived. “Don’t you recognize me Anon? I’m your sweet girlfriend, Monika! ~”
“don’t say that. It is demeaning to us both.”
“W-what?” The hurt in her voice stabbed against your soul, but you had to do this.
“You are not my girlfriend.” Your hand goes to your pocket.
You could hear her voice start to quiver, to hyperventilate. She reaches down, hand open to break your nose with a slap.
You caught her hand though, and deftly place a small golden ring on her finger. “You are my wife.”
You see her now, confused, angry, and in love. She wants to hit you but cannot stop looking between you and her hand. “I… what?”
“You are mine, now and forever. Don’t girls like assertive guys?” The woman from the computer couldn’t comprehend it anymore, and just sat on your bed until you pulled her into a cuddle. “It’s ok Hun. I can’t believe it either.”
“S-so you just carried this ring… my ring… in your pocket on the off chance that you met me, so you could propose on the spot? Even though its taken a literal miracle to bring me here?”
“Yes.”
“There’s just no winning with you, is there?” She sighed and kissed you for the first time as a wife to her new husband.