My Engagement Ring

He put the ring on the table and asked me to marry him. My first response was, “oh my God! You’re kidding?!”

He laughed.

“Of course I’d marry you!” I exclaimed. “Hurry, put the ring on my finger!!!!”

Our waiter then gave us complimentary champaign and for the remainder of the night, I had this huge smile frozen on my face. I think I smiled so much, my face hurt. I couldn’t contain my excitement over dinner, so I called my mom, best friends, and then pulsed it on Xanga.

We then went to his birthday party after dinner where all our friends were there to congratulate us. It felt wonderful to share such a happy moment with so many people.

I still cannot believe I will be the future Mrs. jigg! Besides, I can’t say no to a guy on his birthday.

“Why not?” I responded.

“Because it spoils the surprise!” she screamed.

“Spoil what surprise? She already knows I’m marrying her no matter what. Besides, she won’t see it coming,” I responded.

This was one of many variations of conversations I have had with a bunch of different friends the last couple of weeks. Why does marriage have to be a surprise? If you both know how you feel about each other and you both have always had the goal of marriage, then tying the knot is inevitable.

Karen isn’t going to be surprised that I’m going to be proposing to her. She’s going to be surprised with when and how I do it. Unless of course, she knows me so well that she can read my thoughts. This is going to be fun.