- 6 years ago
On Sunday night, after we got back from Nebraska to visit his grandmother (whom I was hoping might want to pass on an heirloom ring), we talked about proposals. The question was burning up inside me whether we would be engaged already if he had gotten a job six months ago (he’s been aplying for ages, poor guy). So I said, “If you had a job right now, would we be engaged already” (I was trying not to use the words “yet” or “already”, but it just fell out of my mouth that way). He didn’t stop to think before he said, “Yes, it’s a possibility”.
I was feeling re-energized by this- in the past he said he might want to wait two years after he got a job (to ensure financial stability) until he would propose. The earliest he could have gotten a job in this field is 8 motnhs ago, so it looks like he is open to a more reasonable timeline. When I mentioned that I hope he wasn’t planning on waiting 2 years (after he got a job) because that is a LONG time, he simply replied, “Don’t worry about it” (as in, stop thinking about proposals so much). Ugh. I HATE that response.
Anyway, the next day (Monday), he asked if it would be okay for us to do date night on Wednesday instead of our usual Thursday— He had a great idea that I would like a lot. Cue visions of ring shopping or proposals, or even just talking about a more concrete plan… Cue 48 hours of torture. Tuesday I realized that Wednesday would be our 2 year and 8 month anniversary, so of course that got me even more excited.
I couldn’t sit still at my desk on Wednesday, as I was antsy with possibility. When I got home, I waited for him to say it was time to go. We drove for about 6 miles to…
A Japanese Restaurant. I figure, okay, this is phase 1 of the plan. And he seems sort of nervous, as he kept mentioning that the place had great reviews, despite their location in a strip mall (restaurants in strip malls weird us out for some reason. I know they can be just as good as a stand-alone but it always feels weird to me). Dinner was really good, and we planned on coming back and asking for the same server next time.
And then we got in the car and drove…
Home. When I admitted I thought we’d being doing more than dinner, he just sort of shrugged. When I reminded him how he built it up, and changed the day of date night and made a big deal out of it, he just sort of laughed a little and said, “yeah. I’m going to keep doing that and make it sound like we are doing something special so that you stop thinking it’ll be something special. And then when it finally is something special you’ll be surprised.”
I kind of wanted to slap him, I have to admit. He was f^ck!ng with me. On purpose! I really didn’t appreciate being led on this way.
But don’t worry girls. I think I have the perfect way to give him a taste of his own medicine. I’ll act like I’m going to give him oral, and then not. Several times. “If I keep doing this, you’ll think it’s never going to be oral, and then when it is you’ll be surprised!”
Heh. What do you think, too mean? (I’m mostly kidding)