He stopped me as I lifted the strawberry to my mouth. It had a ring poised upon it.
(When you're my age you can't see anything unless it's at least 6 feet away.)
We've been dating for 4 months.
He took me on a vacation. We did everything I wanted to do including Flying Trapeez lessons on the Santa Monica Pier. We rented a house on the water and strolled on the shore each morning beneath soaring flocks of pelicans. The waves crashed as seagulls chirped over the misty, abandoned beach.
He took me to THE restaurant I've always wanted to visit, Bazaar located in Beverly Hills.
It was amazing. (And I've been around people.)
I've been "wined and dined" by more then one Casanova. This man blows them all out of the water.
I accepted his proposal with grace:
"What the hell," I said,
followed romantically with, "Does this mean I can't date other people?"
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
I'm Engaged
He's the fourth man to propose.
I said, "yes".
I have a diamond on my finger.
It's just a ring. Am I supposed to be sure?
I don't trust my heart.
My heart is a liar.
I said, "yes".
I have a diamond on my finger.
It's just a ring. Am I supposed to be sure?
I don't trust my heart.
My heart is a liar.
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