Today is a day that I will remember for the rest of my life. It was a good day that turned into a great day. Today is the 11-month anniversary of my relationship with my GF, Killer. (I nicknamed her “Killer” about a month after we met, but that’s another story.)
Killer and I met through match.com, so for all those wondering about meeting through on-line dating services, yes, there are happy endings.
Anyway,on with the story. My sweetie had two dozen roses delivered to my office today. Beautiful red roses like this: http://www.rose-roses.com/rosepages/hybridteas/MrLincoln.html I wasn’t surprised by her sending me flowers, but I was surprised by the number. Cripes, I bought her a bottle of perfume (at least it’s good stuff) that I planned to give her tomorrow when we go out to dinner.
Then, when I took the little card from the holder I recognized that it was written in her own handwriting. She lives 35 mile away, so the delivery charge must have been hefty, and I couldn’t figure why she would do that because she is so cost conscious. And then…
And then I read the card:
“Toady,
Will you marry me?
Love, Killer”
:eek:
Holy shit! I’m glad I was already sitting down at my desk because my legs got weak and shaky. My mouth went dry and my heartbeat changed to a pounding staccato that I’m sure everyone in the office could hear and probably feel.
DT is now officially and happily engaged. No date set as yet.
Hey, that’s cool, I’ve never known any woman, excepting myself, who proposed to a man (I’m assuming you’re a guy.) Mr. Spooks and I have been married almost thirteen years now.
My favorite was the clear phone that lit up when it rang with the hot pink curly cord and bright yellow phone line. Alas, it died in our move to NC, but until then we used it all the time. We called it “elephant phone” or “toad phone”. I still use the blue bud vase, too- it survived the move and lives in my kitchen window! Along with other stuff, too.
Thanks again for the good wishes, everyone. We haven’t set a date yet, but it will probably be after the New Year.
Not knowing anything about The Straight Dope, Killer was interested to know why I spend so much time at SDMB. She was worried and wanted to know if there was porn here. I had to laugh. Nope, Killer, not a porn site.
(Well, not since Scylla quit lusting for those damn sheep and KayKay left.)
lel, the roses are beee-uuu-teee-fuuul and I wish I could post a pic. Not that I’m a sentimental kinda guy or anything, but I’m trying to find some of the stuff you dip them in to preserve them. (The pros want $6-$8 each, so that’s outta my budget.)
I told Killer that she will meet the Phoenix Dopers at the next fest and she is looking forward to it. Maybe, in a few weeks when we’re sure, we can get together for a “Thank (insert deity here) We Survived Another Arizona Summer” fest.
ad nauseam
