The "Official" Proposal Story- 1 Year Later

On October 29, 2014- a year ago today- my greatest and bestest friend in the whole entire universe asked me "officially" to marry him.

Wait, wait, wait, you say- what exactly do you mean by "officially", and what is the grand story behind this proposal?

Here's the "short story":

In late September 2014, I began conversing with a silly goofball on eHarmony. The first thing that drew me to him was how ridiculously funny and awkward he was (Side story- he tried to find a nice Italian restaurant for our first date, but since he was totally unfamiliar with the local area, all he found on Google was an Italian place in a hotel downtown and "that would be just weird and awkward". To this day, I STILL haven't figured out what this mysterious restaurant was- and I know that area well- so I'm placing my bets that he was actually looking in Montgomery, Some Other State! He suggested CiCi's as a joke, I took it seriously and accepted, he asked me to marry him as a joke and we were "basically" engaged before even meeting). Sometime on our first or second date, we started talking about marriage, by date three or so- we were pretty set that we were going to do this thing, a week and a half into the relationship- we went ring shopping and got engagement and wedding bands (no we don't mess around), a month into the relationship we went to Texas and I met his family and we got engaged. Yes we move fast. No we don't regret it.

So how did it go down? Like this:

While we were in Houston, we went to the Galleria to go ice skating and to show me what a mall really looks like (since ours in Montgomery was super teeny small). We took a detour on the way from the parking deck and stopped at a nice little water wall, well, it was actually a pretty big water wall. We met up with his dad, who had gotten off of work- and his nieces were running around the park. He took me by the hand and walked me closer to the wall. As we walked closer, I got irritated and more irritated, because I was getting misted on and I HATE getting misted on. I thought about walking away, and then, he got down on one knee...and pulled out an empty ring box.

Yes. An EMPTY ring box.

I laughed.

He threw it to the side.

And then he pulled out another ring box.

It was empty.

Again.

I laughed.

He threw it aside.

And then he pulled out another ring box.

It was empty.

AGAIN.

I didn't laugh.

I was irritated.

I thought that he thought he was being funny and playing a joke on me.

He threw it aside. 

I considered walking away.

And then...

He pulled out a Ring Pop.

Yes.

A Ring Pop.

My husband, 'yall.

He very quickly handed the Ring Pop to me

And pulled out a 4th ring box,

The final ring box,

The one that held the ring that I'll wear on my left hand forever and ever.

He said,

"Will you?"

(I'm 99.9% sure he didn't specify the "marry me" part...so he might have been asking me something different, like to be his "Princess Leia in a slave girl costume"...but we'll never know now. I took it as a marriage proposal.)

I said,

"Yes!"

And that was that.

And that is the story of how we "officially" got engaged.