So I Think I'm Engaged...

Looking at the title, you're probably thinking:  "But Brandon, you either are or your not... what's the confusion?"

Well, it's more complicated than that, and it has always been complicated in this relationship.

Do you know the saying 'You can't be half-pregnant... You either are or you're not'?  Well, in this relationship, we would find a way.

It's just that odd.  But it works.

It started on Father's Day weekend.  We had a lot of driving to do (and I had enough 'frequent renter' points) so I rented a car.  Enterprise surprised me with an upgrade from super-compact to this:

For the weekend, we were driving around in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder convertible, with upgraded engine, sound system, and all the perks.  The rental company looked at me, smiled, and said "Happy Father's Day."  I was thrilled.

Later that day, we went out for breakfast.  We had to wait FOREVER due to an unexpected rush of customers.  Because of that, they comped our meal.

...what the shit...

It was then and there that I announced "Well, good things come in 3's.  If number 3 comes, I'm unstoppable.  I'm asking for a threesome, I'm buying lottery tickets, I'm ruling the world!"

My girlfriend just smiled and giggled.

At the end of the day, we were driving home, when she spoke up:

Her:  "Baby?"

Me:  "Yeah?"

"Let's get married..."

"What, like right now??"

"No, just soon.  We'll do the big thing for everyone else later, I just want to get married..."

"Ok."

And like that, I think she proposed to me.  We have talked about marriage plans (we're hosting the bar) for years, as well as kids (we don't want any) and kids' names (Frodo IndianaJones if we had a boy...) so this is no shock.  Just... I thought I was going to be doing the proposing.

The main reason I haven't done it yet is because I want to do this one right.  With my ex wife, I purchased a sad looking ring (similar to the picture) and did a bad job proposing.

We were in the 'lets get stoned all the time' phase, and living with a slutty-virgin roommate that looked like Julia Roberts' younger hotter twin.  When 'Julia' and I weren't busy playing 2-person strip poker (while my ex worked), the 3 of us would smoke pot and wax poetic.

One night, when we were high, Julia goes into her room to scream at her boyfriend on the phone.  Ex and I are sitting around, and I had the ring in my pocket.  With our roomie shouting and cursing, I handed my ex the ring and said "here you go, you don't have to wait any longer..."

Boom.  Mister Romantic, I know.

That's why I wanted this time to be different.  I want a better ring.  I want a better proposal.  I have 3 ideas in my head, and it was just a matter of timing.

...I'm probably still going to do it.  The ring, the romance, the memories.  But I think it may happen after the wedding?

We'll see.  There's no date set (and we haven't discussed it since that night) so I may still have time to do it right.  Besides, if that was #3 in the 'good things come in 3's' trilogy, why haven't I had my threesome yet???