The Big Question
Okay, so James has been planning to propose for months now. We went out looking for engagement rings, weekend before last. Found the one. Yay! Didn't buy it then, but that's expected. I also expected all the crazy teasing. I did NOT expect him to tease this much.
First, he tells me that he's going to propose on a warm day, sometime between now and the end of the year. Then he reminds me that this is NC, and we have warm days in December. Great. Then, he tells me it will be when we're out of town. Then he mentions that all we have to do is drive two blocks and we are out of town. We do it on an almost-daily basis. Finally got him to admit it would be within the next two months, and we will be on a trip. He's planned two trips, and has a few more in the works.
But.... I got him tonight. He slipped up and said it would be by the end of this month. Ha. I knew I would wear him down. We have two trips planned this month--one this Sunday to go see my parents, one in three weeks to the beach. It will be during one of those two trips, and each are equally likely.
I'm not sure which it will be. On one hand, Mom made a bet with me that it would be this weekend. I bet against it. He's perverse enough to make me lose ten bucks (although, I wouldn't mind it.) But, on the other hand, we have a running joke that if I ever climb another lighthouse with him (as terrified as I am of heights--I was crying by the time I got to the top of Currituck two years ago.) he had better propose then and there, because it's only fair.
Oh well. We're having fun driving each other crazy with it. Somehow though, he managed to get the upper hand. Devious bastard. Tonight, I see that I have a new email. Check, and it's from James. Open it up, and it's a password protected RAR file that holds an encoded text file detailing all of the plans--when, where, and how. I can't open the damn thing. I've tried every fucking password I can think of. I downloaded password crackers, but I don't have much hope.
So now, I have James' proposal plans on my desktop.... and there's nothing I can do with it. I don't think I can top that kind of torture.
First, he tells me that he's going to propose on a warm day, sometime between now and the end of the year. Then he reminds me that this is NC, and we have warm days in December. Great. Then, he tells me it will be when we're out of town. Then he mentions that all we have to do is drive two blocks and we are out of town. We do it on an almost-daily basis. Finally got him to admit it would be within the next two months, and we will be on a trip. He's planned two trips, and has a few more in the works.
But.... I got him tonight. He slipped up and said it would be by the end of this month. Ha. I knew I would wear him down. We have two trips planned this month--one this Sunday to go see my parents, one in three weeks to the beach. It will be during one of those two trips, and each are equally likely.
I'm not sure which it will be. On one hand, Mom made a bet with me that it would be this weekend. I bet against it. He's perverse enough to make me lose ten bucks (although, I wouldn't mind it.) But, on the other hand, we have a running joke that if I ever climb another lighthouse with him (as terrified as I am of heights--I was crying by the time I got to the top of Currituck two years ago.) he had better propose then and there, because it's only fair.
Oh well. We're having fun driving each other crazy with it. Somehow though, he managed to get the upper hand. Devious bastard. Tonight, I see that I have a new email. Check, and it's from James. Open it up, and it's a password protected RAR file that holds an encoded text file detailing all of the plans--when, where, and how. I can't open the damn thing. I've tried every fucking password I can think of. I downloaded password crackers, but I don't have much hope.
So now, I have James' proposal plans on my desktop.... and there's nothing I can do with it. I don't think I can top that kind of torture.