I knew he had the ring. He bought it August 13th during a sale my favorite jeweler was having. You don’t have to tell KJ twice. Many special dates passed, each leaving me both a bit more excited and completely discouraged.  And soon enough I found myself without a ring in October. We were rounding on our two year anniversary.  We had a big date planned and I dropped hints all week long. I’m sure he was tired of hearing about how disappointed I would be if I didn’t get engaged. Well, the big night came and I was all dolled up. My goal was to have him propose at the sight of me. I bought new shoes and a tight little dress. Well, he saw me. And of course told me I looked nice and asked if I was ready to go. Hm.

We love food. We certainly don’t have the same taste in food, but we love food. And our favorite place to go for big events is the melting pot. When we walked in I noticed the staff giving us funny looks. I just attributed it to my ridiculous outfit. If they only knew I was trying to get a ring out of him, they would have understood. Well, we were brought back to the table and there was a bouquet of roses waiting for me. It was the sweetest thing, and also a dead give away that he was proposing. KJ only goes balls to the wall on a few occasions. So the next three hours, we sat there laughing and talking about how far we have come in the last two years. We were having such a good time that I forgot all about the ring, until he mentioned going to City Island for a walk. Oh yeah, it was happening.

So, did I mention that I was wearing four inch heels? Yeah. But I was still going on that walk. So we walked just for a few minutes and he asked if I wanted to turn around. Um, really? So I pretended I didn’t hear him and decided to walk over to a spot that over looks the city. It was dark out, and the city was all lit up. It was beautiful. He came over to stand with me and started leaning on me and messing with his sock. Meanwhile, he is 6’3 and I was unsteady, and I almost fell down.

After regaining myself, he leaded with “So, I have a question…” And out popped my ring.

I don’t really remember the rest. But I know I squealed, said yes, and cried. And ripped the ring out of his hand and put it on myself. Yeah, I know, classy.

The rest is as they say, history.

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