We’re getting hitched!

It’s the typical “we met at work” story. My first memory of him is when he came over to my bay and was talking to other coworkers, I wasn’t interested in the conversation so I didn’t participate and just sat at my desk waiting my turn for a phone call. He said something about me either not smiling or not talking, which honestly annoyed me. 😂After a while, we ended up in a group work email together and somehow became friends. He asked me out to lunch, which I honestly thought was a platonic thing, but made some excuse as to why I couldn’t go. Come to find out, way later, that that was his attempt to ask me on a date. He didn’t ask again but continued to be my friend and hangout with me in group settings.... UNTIL I thought I was starting to like him so convinced his roommate at the time to get him to ask me out again. He did. Over text. Something about him being too chicken shit to ask me to my face. Obviously I agreed, or I wouldnt be typing this today. We went on our first date on July 8th. The only reason I remember is because I put it in my calendar because I’m known to forget things. We were kind of inseperable after that. As inseperable as we could be for two people working complete opposite shifts. He didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend until July 30th. Probably because he was “too chicken shit” that’s the theme with him. Because there’s one more time that will come up. Two years after that, on our anniversary date, we went to our typical spot in Stone Park. We go there every year. As my pregnant butt was sitting on the bench, looking at the view, the man who I’ve came to love blurts out “I might as well do this now before I’m too chicken shit and don’t do it at all.” He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. ♥️