Let's get this party started.

After complimenting my dog and making me feel like chopped liver, he asked me to grab a beer with him. Unlike most sane women, I didn't "creep" on him before accepting the invite. Much to my surprise, he wasn't a serial killer, but instead a very handsome smart ass who wooed me into asking him to be my boyfriend...after declining his same question...twice.

My birthday fell on a Wednesday and he had to be in Georgia for work. He swore he'd make it up to me, even though I promised I didn't want or need anything special - just him back home. He got back that Friday and was chomping at the bit to go do something; ice cream, dinner, a movie, ANYTHING. I insisted I didn't want to do anything, just go to the gym and binge watch tv with him on the couch. He finally caved and let me go to the gym. When I got back home, covered in sweat, I find him in our living room with sunflowers and lit candles. I looked at him confused and before I realized what was going on, he got down on one knee. Turns out he had a plan to get me out of the house and capture the whole proposal with friends and family...but I just had to be an introvert.