"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."
-Jacques B. Bossuel
Last night, I was nearly proposed to.
I met a boy on Facebook {red flag already...?}
We have one mutual friend, so I asked her about him {is he safe to date?}
She confirmed he was, and so I accepted the boy's {very polite} invitation.
At first, it was absolutely enjoyable.
We played an intense game of chess at Barnes & Noble, and I totally won.
{Which never happens.}
And then, to make my smile grow, we dined at
Kneaders.
I was very comfortable all throughout,
being in "my element" at Barnes & Noble,
winning a game of chess,
eating at Kneaders,
befriending a fellow composer and lover of John Mayer...
...And then, he took me to a ring shoppe.
And he asked me to pick one.
I stared at him, cough-laughed, blinked alot...
I thought it might be a joke...
like, his friends dared him to scare some girl he doesn't know...?
But he was dead serious.
And so, I shook my head, and played along,
trying on the most expensive-looking one.
But he didn't even blink,
and instead, placed a 3 carat diamond on the crown saying,
"That looks so beautiful on you."
and,
"Couldn't you see yourself wearing that every day?"
and,
"Your set plans can change very quickly."
implying,
"You can stay home from Japan. You can marry me."
...
We went to the movies, afterward.
And while I was whisking myself away in the romance onscreen,
he leaned over and whispered in my ear,
"I love you."
...
He was beautiful, towering over me in his long coat,
his face sweet, his hair dark and curled.
But there was something amiss in his mind,
as though a girl should be nothing-but excited to accept a stranger's proposal.
I may be old fashioned in some ways,
but instant marriage is not one of them.
...
So, there you have it.
My first experience ring shopping, and it was with a complete stranger.
It's rather relatable.
