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.