Two weeks after securing the ring, Monsieur P got an email from the jeweler saying the ring was in! Prior to the email, he had had an elaborate plan for a scavenger hunt, and having other people involved in the proposal, for a couple months from then. But after the email, he thought realistically about the kind of person I am, and decided I would be more likely to get frustrated and stomp off to pout than to catch on and go through the motions eagerly anticipating a proposal at the end. Sometimes, this man knows me better than I know myself, I swear. I’m not that patient, and I HATE the spotlight and pressure being on me and only me.
Beautiful flash mob proposal? Definitely NOT for me.
So… he needed a new plan. And who better to ask than MOH PT? Not only did she know every in and out of my ring preferences, of course she knew my proposal preferences as well.
MOH PT suggested using one of our then-three furbabies to pop the question, based on this Fancy Feast commercial. Monsieur P played and replayed the video and decided it was perfect. He left work and headed to Petco to get a collar and new tag.
I, on the other hand, was having a completely typical, brutal Monday of work 7-3:30 and class 6:30-9:30. On my drive home, I decided to call Monsieur P and see if he wanted me to bring home dinner, because I surely didn’t feel like cooking after a long day like that. He told me that he had already picked up Subway sandwiches, so I breathed a sigh of relief that I could go straight home and not have to cook. I don’t remember what else we talked about, but I remember him being super hyper and giggly. At one point I even asked him what was up with him and if he was drunk! He wasn’t of course, but I didn’t know that it was nervous anticipation that was making him so giddy.
So I got home, I ate my sandwich, we chit-chatted a little while he smoked a hookah on our balcony, and then we got ready for bed. I was a little grumpy and tired, so I got in bed and was playing on my phone when he came into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed next to me and started tapping around the bed and calling Griffey to bed. This was pretty typical behavior, but I was already grouchy that night, so I snapped at him and said “quit moving the bed, you’re messing up my drawing!” That’s right, guys. I snapped at Monsieur P right before he proposed because I was concerned about my drawing to friend M on Draw Something. You can’t make this stuff up.
And so, when I wasn’t paying attention, Griffey jumped onto the bed and Monsieur P poked me and told me to look at the cat (apparently he wasn’t too bothered by my grouchiness). Our cats don’t typically wear collars in the house, so it was strange that Griffey was wearing a collar. And then I saw the tag. On one side, it says “WILL U MARRY US?” and on the other side it says “PACKAGE DEAL =>” just in case I happened to see the wrong side!
I was completely shocked, and basically blocked out everything. It’s all a complete blur. I’m not going to lie, I even had to ask Monsieur P if he said anything special, because I don’t remember a thing, just being completely shocked and amazed that it was FINALLY happening. And then, because any happy moment wouldn’t be complete without a little ounce of doubt or regret, I had a fleeting moment of disappointment over the fact that THIS WAS IT. No more waiting, no more dreams of a perfect proposal, no more dreams of a perfect ring. This was it. This was reality.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And then because I’m sure you’re curious, here’s the ring:
Did your significant other propose after you snapped at them? Was your pet involved in the proposal? Did you used to play Draw Something? I was so good, I swear…