The Proposal

I don't think I've ever told this story here before.

It's the infamous story of how Brian my fiance proposed marriage. To me.

It is a story of how things that could go wrong went wrong, and how things that shouldn't have gone wrong went wrong.

It's not a fairy-tale romantic proposal that I (not-so) secretly had hoped for, but it's a story I lived to tell. Anyway, you already know the end-result, haven't you heard me ramble on-and-on-and-on about my wedding? (So obviously I said 'Yes')
Yes, I'm getting married. To Brian, the guy who proposed to me. The same guy I talked about a while ago.

Enjoy.

We had started dating since August 2009, after we met at a mutual friend's birthday dinner. In the course of our relationship we talked on-and-off about spending our lives together (i.e marriage), and from the moment we watched the cartoon 'Up' we decided we were going to grow old together. We looked at diamond rings on displays (they're everywhere), and I not so modestly gushed at a few. I'm a girl what! But I never pestered him to get married. Really. Life was good for us and there was really no pressure to 'step it up'. (We did go ring hunting together though, but it was just too time consuming and unfruitful. So we just sorta gave it up.)

I remember though, that I gushed (again) about how romantic it is to be proposed to at Eiffel Tower. It was wishful thinking, something like thinking out loud. Didn't have a sliver of hope it'd happen. So cliche, but this cliche is romantic!

That was months before. Months before we made some pretty last minute plans to visit London and Paris in November 2010. It was initially planned to coincide with my cousin's working trip to Europe, but in the end we only met her for a day. Anyway, we were just desperate to get out of Singapore, and London/Paris seem like a nice holiday destination, a nice little reward for our overworked souls.

Weeks before we went on holiday, Brian started acting suspiciously. Well, not so suspicious to the undiscerning, but I KNOW this guy VERY WELL. One suspicious act and my antennae will go boing boing boing. First he hung out (at Orchard Road, no less) with a very close girl friend without telling me first. Now before you think I'm a crazy-possesive-Glenn Close in Femme fatale woman, let me tell you that I'm not. Ok, I wasn't, now I am. Ok, I'm kidding! But it is a habit of ours to let each other know where we were going and who we are going out with. That's a good way of building trust, I think. No one ever said Cannot! I digressed.

The second incident that got more antennaes up was a couple of mysterious phone calls. Something about location - Bishan (where we were living) versus Suntec City (where church is). And the sheepish suspicious something-up-his-sleeve smile Brian gave me after he hung up.
For a while I was mad at him because I suspected he was keeping something from me, and I don't like it! (It's not like I thought he was having an affair, it's more like I thought he was not communicating properly with me!)

And then one day, suddenly it all just clicked. He was secretly getting a ring! A ring! He's going to propose! He had gone ring shopping with his girl friend and the phone calls were from the jeweller! Woo...I'm so smart! I became very excited and started hunting around the house for the ring.
Ya, I'm a killjoy like that.
And no, I didn't find it.
I kept smiling to myself, I was so excited! I thought he wasn't ever going to propose (ya, he's not really the romantic hula hoo type). I had thought we'd go to a shop together and he'll tell me to choose a ring and then we'll choose a date and that's it.
And this happened roughly 2 weeks before our trip to London/Paris, so maybe my dream of an Eiffel Tower proposal is indeed going to come true!

Wee!

To be continued....