Oh my goodness guys let me tell you… I’m officially engaged, and I couldn’t be happier.
John, John, John.
The poor fella had good intentions. A lil bit after the proposal he turns to me and says “I was going to propose tomorrow after King Tut at the train station where we had our first kiss” I about died all over again.
(we’re going to see king tut at the museum tomorrow, our first kiss was after a date at the museum too)
He was gunna do something sweet girls! Can you believe it?!!
OK So let me tell you how I ruined it lol.
It started when I came home this evening. John was looking at me wierd, acting guilty-ish and like something was wrong.
He goes out and gets stuff to make dinner, and he comes back with flowers. A rarity, and usually given in times of fuckupedness.
(So in my head I KNEW something was wrong, and was wondering when he was going to tell me what was up so we could deal with it)
He makes this awesome dinner and before we eat, I just can’t take it any more. I ask him what’s up what’s wrong, he is acting all wierd and borderline mean and is just saying nothing nothing nothing. I am like just talk to me please.
(I’m thinking he was feeling hesitant about wedding stuff, because I asked him something about colors and he got all wierd when he answered)
We eat dinner, it’s a weird vibe but we talk about silly stuff and get through it ok.
I go into the bedroom and am looking at save-the-dates and junk, he comes in sees what I’m doing, and snuggles next to me and I’m like are you ready to talk, what’s goin on yadda yadda. He’s like nothing, really. (I’m now on the verge of tears cuz I’m thinking my fears are confirmed) I tell him that there nothing we can’t talk about, no matter what. He’s looking all wierd and sweaty and then…
He whispers: I fuckin can’t keep a secret for the life of me, your ring came today and I need to know if you’ll be my wife and grow very old with me.
I think I gasped. But I know I immediately start crying. (with joy and relief)
He goes and gets the ring and gets down on one knee.
I’m now bawling.
He says: Soooo…..will you marry me?
Now that I think about it, I still haven’t said yes.
I just cried and kissed him and hugged him.
He goes to put the ring on my finger (sidebar: I have ridiculously skinny fingers, they’re so weird) and it slides all the way on without touching my finger at all. The ring’s a size 4. My fingers are anorexic.
We both crack up laughing (i’m laughcrying…and not the cute kind)
I rigged it up with an elastic hair tie of mine so it’ll fit for the night.
We snuggle and kiss and hug, he tells me the story of him asking my dad earlier in the day and then that’s when he tells me about his original proposal plan.
And that’s when I realize I messed up the cute proposal.
But I love the one I got so much more 🙂
::running off to change my facebook status!! LMAO::
Sorry for the fuzzy cameraphone pictures but for the life of me I cannot find my camera. But when I do….oh it’s on like donkey kong with the pics!!!