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oh my fucking god.
saturday night was the most surreal thing that has ever happened in my entire life.
reeve came friday. saturday night we were sitting around. he's wearing huge cargo pants, a fishnet shirt with a ribbed black tanktop over it and then one of the blazers belonging to one of his business suits. a little strange, i know. i wondered why he had it on but didn't say anything. at about 11pm, he turns off the lights and leaves only my lava lamps going. this, too, i found to be a bit odd. i thought he'd had something else on his mind. he comes over to me and gets down on one knee. he looks up at me and reaches into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out a small box, which freaked me out. he opens it and what's there? a ring. a fucking ring. he asked me to marry him. fuck.
i said yes.
later i wondered what my father would think... i'm seventeen and engaged to be married. even though my father really really likes reeve, he'd probably not be happy about me being engaged so young. the phone rings this morning. on the other end are both tristan and my father, on respective phones. my father asks me if anything interesting happened last night... there was something in his voice that told me he knew exactly what had happened last night. both of them had known what reeve was going to do. little did i know, reeve took thursday and friday off of work and had flown into milwaukee to visit with my father, who he then asked if he'd have a problem with asking me to marry him. my father was shocked, he said, but was gave it his full approval. fuck fuck fuck. reeve then came down to chicago the next morning and waited until saturday night to pop the question. both my father and tristan are absolutely overjoyed about this news. they both love reeve. i can't believe it. i have a fiance. in august i'll be a wife. jesus h christ. unbelieveable.........
i need to calm down.
i really, really need to calm down.
no, i need to tell every fucking person i know.
christ.
saturday night was the most surreal thing that has ever happened in my entire life.
reeve came friday. saturday night we were sitting around. he's wearing huge cargo pants, a fishnet shirt with a ribbed black tanktop over it and then one of the blazers belonging to one of his business suits. a little strange, i know. i wondered why he had it on but didn't say anything. at about 11pm, he turns off the lights and leaves only my lava lamps going. this, too, i found to be a bit odd. i thought he'd had something else on his mind. he comes over to me and gets down on one knee. he looks up at me and reaches into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out a small box, which freaked me out. he opens it and what's there? a ring. a fucking ring. he asked me to marry him. fuck.
i said yes.
later i wondered what my father would think... i'm seventeen and engaged to be married. even though my father really really likes reeve, he'd probably not be happy about me being engaged so young. the phone rings this morning. on the other end are both tristan and my father, on respective phones. my father asks me if anything interesting happened last night... there was something in his voice that told me he knew exactly what had happened last night. both of them had known what reeve was going to do. little did i know, reeve took thursday and friday off of work and had flown into milwaukee to visit with my father, who he then asked if he'd have a problem with asking me to marry him. my father was shocked, he said, but was gave it his full approval. fuck fuck fuck. reeve then came down to chicago the next morning and waited until saturday night to pop the question. both my father and tristan are absolutely overjoyed about this news. they both love reeve. i can't believe it. i have a fiance. in august i'll be a wife. jesus h christ. unbelieveable.........
i need to calm down.
i really, really need to calm down.
no, i need to tell every fucking person i know.
christ.