We had just gotten back to our apartment after a fun, romantic, Friday night out. Since we weren’t together in person on our one year anniversary (March 4th), we decided to celebrate it now that I’m home for good. To celebrate, we relived our first date by seeing a movie and then eating dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. The date was exactly like our first: we went to the same theater, ate at the same Cheesecake Factory, and even ordered the exact same cheesecake we ordered on our first date (Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup). The only difference was that there were no first date jitters or post-date apprehension of “I like him a lot, but I’m moving to South Korea in a month… so this might not work out.” Now, we know everything about each other, we’re comfortable together, and there is absolutely no doubt about whether or not our relationship is going to work out, because we’ve already survived a year of long-distance, which has proven to us how strong our love is.
As Chris was unlocking the door to our apartment, he asked me, “What would you rate tonight’s date on a scale of 1-10?”
“I’d give it a 15!” I responded enthusiastically.
“A 15? That’s pretty damn good. What would we have to do to get a score of 20 next time?”
“Hmm, maybe see a better movie? Bring candy with us to snack on during the movie? Order drinks with dinner next time?”
After giving him my suggestions, I lied down on the bed. He sat down next to me and asked, “How about a score of 100 out of 10?”
“Hmm, you got me. That’s a pretty high score.”
“I have an idea.”
“Reach into my coat’s inside pocket.”
His comment piqued my curiosity instantly. What was he hiding in his coat pocket? I had no idea, but as soon as I reached in and felt the small, felt-y, jewelry box, I had an idea.
I pulled the box out of his pocket, held it in my hand, looked at it, looked at him, and looked at the box again. After registering in my head what was happening, I opened the box with anticipation, and there it was: a gorgeous, perfect, shiny, diamond engagement ring.
I was beyond excited at this point, but more than anything, I was shocked. “How were you able to afford this? You don’t have a job yet!” I asked in disbelief.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a sly smile on his face.
It was at this point I started crying tears of happiness and said “Yes” before he could even formally get down on one knee and propose to me. After I was done smothering him with kisses and telling him how amazing he is, he asked the four magic words:
“Will you marry me?”
To which I responded: