All Things Begin With An Engagement of Some Sorts

Well ladies and gents, it has finally happened. He proposed, I accepted. It was not a surprise, which was a good thing. If there's one thing I hate most in this world it’s a surprise. He spoiled the surprise in three ways, in which I will list for your right now:

1. He asked me when my dad was coming home. Never in THREE years has this man ever asked and/or cared when Dad was coming home. This sent my snooping alarm bells off.

2. He gave me a curfew to be home from my shopping trip that afternoon. I was told that I had to be DRESSED AND READY by 5:45pm SHARP! Yes sir, drill sergeant sir!

3. He told me he couldn't afford to go to a haunted house, but wanted to go to a nice dinner. Sometimes I think he doesn't give me enough credit in my extraordinary snooping capabilities.

I ruined the surprise myself, I will list these ways as well:

1. I interrogated a friend about it. Apparently Boyfriend leaked some information to her boyfriend. She told me. I have great interrogation skills.

2. Since I already had the bling (aka the diamond), Boyfriend only had to buy the band. I saw the empty ring box in his car, which showed me that he had taken the diamond to get the ring made. *Note* This was totally accidental, OK well not really.

3. I kept pumping him for information, and he would finally break and tell me little tidbits. Once again, I have great interrogation skills. *Note To Self* perhaps seek out career in law enforcement.

He proposed in a beautiful park down in Pittsburgh . I love my ring. Its so beautiful I want to love it and squish it and call it George….but its sharp, and I really don't need to do those kinds of things to a ring anyways. After that, we went to dinner where we had our first "official" date over three years ago (our first date consisted of going to a bar where they have and event called "Midget Throwing Mondays" so that one didn't count). We topped off the night celebrating at a friend's house, which led to me throwing up on the side of the road.

A proposal and alcohol abuse all in one night. I'm a lucky girl.