Story Time!

Warning: This blog post will be cheesy and mushy. If you do not like literary mashed potatoes (not literally mashed potatoes), I advise you go eat some meat and skip this blog post.

This one time, I met a boy. Well.... actually, this one time a year and a half ago, I met this same individual. At which point, although we were in multiple meetings together and went running together, I struggled to remember his name. So, he left for the summer and came back and we started liking each other and dating and it was weird. It was weird because it wasn't awful, but actually really good.

So, after a really long Thanksgiving break wherein I went home and he stayed at school, we decided to get married. Which is weird because I have never decided to marry anyone else and you only get one chance at this, ideally. However, we made our terrifyingly huge decision and went forward. He scheduled a flight out to home to meet my family and we planned out when I would meet him. Then, we went ring shopping.

I hate rings.

I have posted a long statement about my vendetta against rings a few months ago. Believe me, it was not a lie. This male individual managed to not only get me into a ring store, but he also got me to try on rings in an attempt to figure out what I liked. How did he do this? It was not through love, nor the promise of marriage. It was through not distraction via shiny objects not was it just to please him. He bribed me. Not with the ring itself but with ice cream.

Today, I can still say that I have yet to find a ring at a store that I can't find something I highly dislike about it. However, I did find two rings which had aspects that I liked. Compatible aspects that could be designed into a single ring. Done. We told the jewelers what we wanted and let them do their thing. For the next month and a half.

He met my family and did not die.

We were sneaky and did not tell people. Because we are sneaky, not because we don't love them. Sneaky!

Then, a few weeks ago, he gave me these:

They were very nice and many of them have lasted for 3 weeks.

The next day, he took me to the park to have a picnic. He gave me these:

And he made me eat one. One of the milk chocolate dealios. He told me about the little old lady who helped him pick the chocolates out and which ones were which. Now, based off our activities the previous two months, I was suspicious of his intentions. So, when he asked me if that was what I was expecting, of course the answer was no. But then, I answered "yes" instead. He didn't let that fly and asked, "Are you sure?" to which I replied, "Well... I could hope, right?" So, he told me he loved me and wanted to spend forever with me. Then, he asked me to marry him and pulled out this lovely guy:

And, of course, I said yes.

Needless to say, life is a bit adventurous these days.