The Proposal

Who would have thought?

After seven months of dating, he decided that I am the ideal wifey.  The man proposed!

He brought me to an Italian restaurant for my 30th birthday. After we cleaned up our Salmon Risotto, Calzone & Alle Vongole, he ordered a slice of Molten Chocolate for me to do the customary "make a wish-blow the candle". Just right after I blew the candle, he moved to my seat and dropped his knee.

That instant I knew he wasn't trying to show me how he ties his shoe lace.

He started off with a small speech (not going into details. that’s for me and only me to digest and to remember) and asked the Yes-or-No question.

I lost my ability to control my tear duct and cried a little. Not because my bachelorette life is about to end but the effort he has put into pulling word by word out from his mouth. The macho man was VERY shaky that night.  

I said "YES". 

He tried to slot the ring on my fourth finger and I jokingly told him that I have yet to sign the marriage documents and the middle finger would be a better place to rest the ring for the time being.

The next thing he did was he asked permission to post the good news on Facebook. I nodded and he snapped picture and posted.

Congratulatory messages started pouring in from both side. 

Apparently few of my close friends knew about the proposal but pretended they didn't. Cheeky.

So I accepted his marriage proposal and I will be off the market soon. Next is breaking the news to the parents and planning for a dream wedding.