Bling Bling Here Comes The Ring

Ok so I was right.

The engagement actually did happen. It was a little different than I thought it would be.

He took me to a beautiful indoor garden that is in the middle of the city. It was gorgeous and I was positive that he was going to ask. Well, he didnt. I was holding his hand, which I noticed was beginning to sweat and shake. He continued to look over his shoulder every few minutes, still unsure of what he was looking for. After an hour of The Boy acting completely unlike himself, we walked out of the garden, sans ring.

We hurridly ran across the street to a hotel bar. The Boy ordered a couple of drinks and stared out the window. I slurped down my ameretto sour and wondered what the hell was running through his head. After the tab was taken care of, he grabbed my hand and said "Let's head on home." But instead of going toward his little red sports car, we veered back toward the garden. He walked very quickly to a little bridge over looking a pond with ducks, koi, and little turtles. Immediately, The Boy got down on one knee, pulled the box out of his pocket and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes, and gave him a great big hug.

We went home to tell my parents. Mom cried, Dad hugged The Boy. (Big deal= Dad is not a hugger.) Then the whole famn damily headed over to the local watering hole for a couple of celebratory drinks. Fun times all around. It only took twenty minutes for my Mom to let the inenvitable to happen....

"So.... When do we get to start planning your wedding?"

Oh no.

Let's Try This Again

Well, the weekend is quickly approaching and I am betting- double or nothing- that he will ask me on Sunday afternoon. Why Sunday afternoon, you may ask? Well, he is taking me to my favorite place, the Zoo. Growing up, I wanted to be a veterinarian as I was absolutely fascinated by animals. So needless to say, walking hand in hand with the one you love while visiting some of the coolest creatures on the planet is my idea of heaven. So there you have it. That is my prediction. However, something did happen that I feel adds a little to the story...

The other night, I was over at The Boy's house. We had gone out for a great dinner and come back to hang out and watch TV. We were in his bedroom, I was watching What About Brian (a great show- check it out) The Boy was shaving in the connecting bathroom, and thus not wearing a shirt. I was sprawled on the bed, engrossed in the TV, when The Boy said "I am sorry, I just can't wait" and pulls out a teeny, tiny little box.

At this point, a million things are running through my head, so I shout at him "Seriously? This is how you ask me?" He looked at me, stunned, put the box back behind his back and says "Just kidding." I thought that he would be embarrassed by the whole incident, but he wasn't. Afterwards, we laughed and he said "That would have been the most white trash proposal ever, I will just wait for what I have planned." We decided that we would never discuss the incident again however, I couldn't help but write it down.

I wasn't trying to make fun of him or hurt his feelings, but come on... he had his shirt off.

So Much For That

No Ring.

I was truly surprised when he never popped the question this weekend. Everytime he would grab my hand, I expected the Boy to go down on one knee. It never happened. Which is fine. I know that it will happen, he is probably just waiting for the "right time" or whatever. I consoled myself with green beer, blue jello shots, and a "Kiss me, I'm Irish" button I jacked from whomever's house we were at. I always enjoy St. Patrick's Day just a little too much.

I am not looking forward to planning the lavish wedding, but I never said that I wouldn't mind a little bling on my finger...

Not Engaged. Yet.

This weekend I am getting engaged. The Boy doesn't think I know, but my spidey sense is telling me something is off. Disclaimer here: I could be completely wrong, I guess we will have to wait until Monday to see.

I know the ring has been purchased, as the Boy was so excited that he showed it off to a few of my friends. Two of which have already confessed to me. I intercepted a phone call that I should not have and discovered that he has already asked for permission/approval from my parents, so I am just waiting at this point...

Don't take the name of my blog and think that I am reluctantly marrying the Boy, far from it. I am happy to be marrying the man that I believe was made for me. I am excited about our future and what is to come. Hell, it took me long enough to find the right one, there were plenty of casualties of war along the way. You would think that from the exterior a big, over-the-top wedding would be what I was dreaming of, being the former sorority loving, prissy, highlighted girl that I am, but that is not the case. Everyone else is wanting the over the top ridiculous charade, I am just hanging in there for the end result.