One year ago, a chick I’d gone out on a first date with a week prior– and couldn’t stop talking to in the days that followed– asked me to be her girlfriend in such a cute, flustered way that I actually wasn’t sure if I was in a relationship until later that night when she texted me that she was glad I was her girlfriend.
A year later, I’m proud to call that chick my fiancée.
Since I’m all about being fair, I’ve been thinking of counter-proposing to V since she asked me to marry her in October. I’ve made various plans, but they each fell apart.
So, tonight, after she was stuck in 2.5 hours worth of traffic and we had to change our dinner plans, I said screw it and decided to wing it. After we ate our meal at a local Irish pub, I told V I would love her until the end of time, and I pulled out a fancy watch. Afterall, every girl deserves a fancy piece of engagement jewelry. She said yes, although I kind of suspected that would be her answer.
Happy anniversary, honey. I will love you til the end of time.