Are You Messing* With Me?

That was my inital response last night when TeacherMan asked me to marry him.

*Let’s be honest I said Fucking not messing.

It was our anniversary and after dinner we went to get ice cream. He said something about this anniversary being hard to beat and I said “why”

“You aren’t having a good time?” he asked his hand was in his pocket and for a brief moment I thought he was going to propose and then I admonished myself for being that girl. Just because someone’s hand is in their pocket on a holiday or anniversary does not mean he’s fiddling with a ring…

“Well you’ve promised to take me to Egypt so I think if you do that you can top this anniversary”

And then he did it.  He produced a semi garish orange beaded ring and asked if I would marry him.

“Are you fucking with me?” I asked

He assured me that he was 100% serious aside from the ring which was a stand in until the real ring was ready.

So there you have.  I am engaged.

…oh and less than 24 hours later that garish orange ring has grown on me I may be hesitant to trade it in for the real ring.