Suddenly, I'm very convinced I know who I'm marrying.
I'm not very sure why I know this.
It seems really sweet.
Essentially, this is also ridiculously creepy.
I had a dream about how he proposed earlier today.
It was a little sweet.
I was 24, in grad school in Massachusetts, and he went to a different school in the same city.
He wanted to catch up on old high school memories, so he asked me to coffee.
After we'd finished our "date", he planned to take me to dinner, but I had some work to catch up on, so he was going to walk me back to school instead.
I noticed that his shoe was untied, so I told him, and he knelt down. He'd finished, and I noticed his hands were shaking.
Freaking out, I asked what was up.
He looked up at me and said, "Will you marry me?"
I, trying to verify who the recipient of the message was, responded, "WHO, ME?!"
(That didn't help him any.)
He responded, "Yes, you. Lisa *rest of my full name*, will you marry me?"
Of course, I said yes.
What made me think of this?
Stupid Valentine's Day, that's what.
The END.
Okay, okay. I'm sorry this was super anti-climactic. Forgive me. You'll like my next post.
Whoa, the typical pretending-to-propose-but-really-tying-my-shoe act but as an actual proposal. That's so cute! You never told me about this, from what I recall. :O
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm guessing it was about . . . Y'know who I'm talking about . . . ?
Yeah. That one.
ReplyDeleteWe have to talk about certain things that I really cannot tell anyone else. ASAP...