The story:

Saturday evening, Christopher picked me up and starts talking about going to Sumo for sushi. I was all like, “Hey buddy, we ate there last night. Let’s go somewhere else.” He was pretty insistent, but I didn’t give in (‘cause I’m stubborn and spoiled). So we ended up eating at another restaurant, and then he started hounding me about going to Barnes & Noble on the other side of town. “Why? We’re like half a mile away from one here.” (You know other people’s stories are cute? Well, mine makes me feel like an ass.)

Anyway…I gave in, we went to the bookstore and he bought a book, which he gave to me once we got to the park. It was “The Most Beautiful Woman in Town & Other Stories” by Charles Bukowski.

And I said, “Thanks, babe, but you know, I’ve already got this. You bought it for me…”

He said, “Last year on our very first date…”

(When we had freakin’ eaten at Sumo. He tried to give me our entire first date all over again, which I had completely forgotten the date of considering all the ensuing BS.)

And under the tree where he kissed me for the very first time, he did the whole down-on-one-knee thing and asked me to marry him – holding a picture of the ring he’s having made for me. It didn’t come in in time for the “one year ago” tonight plan, so he just winged it with a drawing.

And after I said yes, he said I was “damn near the most impossible person” he’d ever met. :)