Erica and I had met on a dating app and had been talking for a few days. We decided to meet up at my place and I texted Erica my address. However, I sent her to 4708, instead if 4707. She pulled up, already nervous and knocked on the door. A little girl answered and she asked for “Ashlea”, both parties were confused and she was told there was no Ashlea there. Erica told me later that at that point she almost got in her car and left. I absolutely can not imagine if that had happened. Thank goodness she stuck around to find the right house, and me, apologizing profusely. We have barely spent a day apart since!
After planning the exact same proposal, I’m not kidding: we both planned to propose at a bed and breakfast (we had never been to) reserved the same room (out of several) reserved the same proposal spot (out of many) just scheduled them a month apart. Our master plans were foiled when we reached out to ask about an engagement photographer on the same day, and the receptionist got us confused. It took us about a month to figure out how to proceed and today during chores... we decided what are we waiting for? Then we each took turns crying, confessing our love and proposing.