I'm not sure you can even call it a "date" - we were hanging out in his garage watching a movie on the projector. We had been to the video store (that makes it seem like it was a long time ago since we don't have those anymore) and he had tackled me onto the ground. I laughed so hard I nearly wet my pants. I was in love.
When I left his house that night I texted my mom I was getting married.
He never asked me to be his girlfriend, I guess I just assumed I was. And eight long months later he still hadn't told me he loved me, and I was getting anxious. I wouldn't be the first to say it, but he has told me since then he knew.
Dinner that night was not fun. He had made me cry earlier that day and I was just waiting on him to break-up with me. He barely spoke to me the entire time.
Had he been anything but basically ignoring me for the week leading up to the proposal, I might have caught on; I still don't know how I missed it!
When we walked into the Power Shack (the place where we had our "first date" and I almost drowned in the pool) the floor was covered with candles and rose petals. He told me he loved me for the first time, which I originally thought all the to-do was about. He said we had both said it before, but that it didn't mean anything without a committment to go with it. Then he got on his knee and proposed. I laughed. And laughed. And never said yes, that I know of.
I'm not so sure how he could love that face...
When we walked into my house my friends and family were there to celebrate with us. I thought that was one of the best days of my life, but everyday since then has been better.
What's your proposal story?