- Posted 4 days ago by futuremrste
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- 1 year ago
Alright guys.. I’ve been calling him my FI all along because he asked me to start planning a wedding and we considered doing no ring and then said we would do the Amora Gem when it comes out, so I considered him my FI. Well, turns out I was a waiting bee and I didn’t even really know it!
So Sat night, FI and I flew down to Charlotte for a job interview on Monday and to get sworn in on Tuesday (today!) to the SC bar.
All last week, he was telling me to get my hair done, nails done, eyebrows done, etc. because I have this job interview coming up. We bought new suits and everything. Then we had been bickering for the last week because he was being “vague” and “controlling” – things like picking me up from work and not telling me that we’re going to the bank, just driving me to the bank, and leaving me in the parking lot and not telling me what he was doing in there (turns out, wiring money for the ring). I apparently am one of those annoying girls who needs to be in the know and in control of everything at all times and so it just didn’t “fly” with me that he would do something like this and he didn’t have a lie made up quickly enough for why we needed to get to the bank right then and there and why I should be waiting in the car.
Anywho – to make up for all the bickering, he asked me if I wanted to go on a nice date on Sunday. I said yes, of course and was happy to see that he was trying to “make up” for all the bickering we’ve been doing.
Sunday, we get up, have breakfast, and get ready for our date – I get super primped up because it’s a date – I wear a new dress I bought, so my makeup all nice, etc. and we hit the road (without me being annoying and asking where we we’re going because this was a surprise!). After about 2 hours, we pull into the parking lot of the Biltmore. We get out of the car and go inside to pick up tickets. FI was wearing a button down and jeans and as we’re waiting in line to pick up the tickets, I say, “If these are your dates, you’re going to run out of really good ideas for proposals” and “If I didn’t know better, I’d ask you where the ring was, but I can see you have no room for it.” Oh, little did I know that he had it in the pocket of this vest that he was going to wear “because it’s his brand new vest and he wants to wear it.”
We get back in the car, drive to the parking lot for the estate and then walk to the gardens. He keeps making up excuses for why he needs to go to the bathroom. Finally, after like the 3rd time, we start to go through the greenhouses. Some guy comes up to us while we’re at the greenhouse and asks if we want to partake in some sort of a “pilot program” that the Biltmore is doing – basically, a professional photographer follows us around for about an hour and it’s free and if we want to buy photos, they charge us, and the good thing is that she’s very familiar with the property and could show us all the landmarks because the property is very large. At first, I say no and then finally I agree and we head off to our photoshoot.
We start posing in different places and my FI is being dorky and cute and I said, “If this is how you’re going to act during photoshoots, I guess it let’s me know that you’re going to be dorky and awkward during our engagement shoot.” La di da.. I’m still oblivious.
Finally, we get to the top of this hill area that overlooks the mansion and he turns to the photographer and says, “Is this the best view on the property?” and then “I guess this is a good place to propose then” and gets down on one knee. I’m like, “omg, stop this is so embarrassing” and “you’re kidding” and “shut up” and “stop it” over and over again. He’s holding both my hands and saying something about how we’ve been together for 3 years, it’s been 3 years too long that he’s waited to propose, that I’m his best friend and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me and I think he says either will you marry me or will you be my wife – I can’t remember his exact words!! – and pulls out a ring from his vest and I’m SHOCKED (and confused – we were waiting for the Amora Gem and that’s not even out yet..how did he get it??) and I still haven’t registered it that he hired these photographers for us! Uhm, duh. So I can’t even say anything at first, my hands are just on my mouth and I can’t even speak, and he’s like, “Well!? Will you?!” and I’m like omg YES of course and I just grab his cute face and smooch him and hug him and then he puts the ring on my finger and we’re ENGAGED!
And then we continued with our photoshoot (which I finally registered that he had hired these photographers lol) and went out to this delicious steakhouse called Flemings in Charlotte.
I have some of the teasers and ring porn, so here goes: