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This is my first entry for The Love Month Meme of The Filipino Mom Blog.
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Since I’ve already written my “how we met” story sometime last year (won a contest and webhosting for that, btw), I think I’ll share a different story. Let me share the story of how we got engaged….or better still….how I almost botched our engagement.
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My boyfriend-now-husband and I had already been going out for a couple of years and we knew each other enough to make the jump…yep, that jump. However, I really had no expectations whatsoever, and neither did he. We were just happy being together. In my mind I didn’t need a contract to say that we were “it”. We were “it”.
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Things happened rather unexpectedly. Blame it on a missing earring is what I always want to say. I lost a diamond earring. One of a pair. So there I was, left with one earring and I didn’t want to buy another diamond because, frankly, I didn’t have the money for it.
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Instead, I decided that I was going to have the diamond reset and made into a ring. Nothing fancy because it was a small diamond anyway. When I got the ring I proudly wore it as a badge of my ingenuity. Nothing more. I wasn’t flaunting or taunting. That was not the message that my boyfriend got. Apparently.
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He felt that I was announcing that I didn’t need a man to give me a diamond ring. He felt that I was telling the whole world that I had no plans of going any further. And he felt that he better act fast or else.
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One evening as I was relishing the rest of the night away (I was in the coffee shop that I once owned) he dropped by unannounced to have dinner with me. I was still basking in the afterglow of my new purchase. My partner, who is a lover of all things fine, couldn’t stop praising my ring and my decision to have it made. So, after we had dinner my boyfriend bid his farewell. I wanted him to stay longer so I, being a brat then, threw a tantrum and bid him a nasty goodbye….with some nasty words which I will no longer mention. He gave me a dejected face and threw me a brown bag and left. I didn’t even bother to show him to the door and instead picked up the bag and promptly made a beeline for the garbage can.
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I guess you can call it woman’s intuition because something told me to take a peek inside the bag before slamdunking it into the garbage. When I opened it I found a little red box. I literally froze and muttered a “Holy Shit!!!” I opened it to find this….
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It took my breath away. Literally. I quickly ran out the door to find him waiting by his car. He had a sheepish smile that said, “I got you and I got you good.”
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I asked him what it was for like I didn’t already know. He said, “Because I want to be with you forever and ever.” Then I asked why. He said, “Because you, of all people, deserve it.” Then I asked if he was intimidated by my own ring. The bastard said, “Nope. My ring is bigger!!” And I said…never mind.

Categories : Husband, Memories