Room service came into our room with champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and to sprinkle rose petals on our bed. Yes, rose petals on our bed! Supposedly, the plan was for them to do this when we were out to dinner, but they were running behind and instead set this up right in front of us. Awkward, you think? Oh yes.
Almost as soon as the two men from room service had closed the door, Sexy Nerd got down on one knee and pulled out an engagement ring. This is the part where, on TV and in movies, the lucky girl bursts into tears and throws her arms around her new fiance. I am not that lovey dovey, hearts circling the air around her head, wedding planned since age 2 kind of girl. I had been on the fence about dating anyone at all, and now Sexy Nerd was proposing?! To be fair, he had mentioned it, and I had said that, sure, we should get married. But lots of guys told me that and I always told them the exact same thing! It's just one of those things that get thrown around.
It was quite a pickle I'd gotten myself into. So, what did I do? Well, we are happily married (with our wedding date three years after this story) so you must already know that I agreed. But not without having a panic attack. Literally. As Sexy Nerd tells the story, I started shaking, then laughing, but not the kind of laugh where something is funny. More a panicked, bide-my-time-while-I think-of-a-way-out-of-this-mess laugh, which was appropriate, as that was exactly what I was doing. I needed time to properly weigh the pros and cons of the situation, all while being stared at with an increasing look of concern and dread. Sexy Nerd insists that I was in my own giggly world for over five minutes.
I think my official answer to him was "I guess".
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If you're reading this, Sexy Nerd, (you do read my blog, don't you?) just know that I love you very much ;)