Dan and I dated for 3 1/2 years before we got married...not by my choice let me tell you. Although, we met in high school and started really dating when we were 20, so we were babies looking back at it. It was torture at the time, knowing I loved him and wanting so bad to get married, but he was NO WHERE near ready. After about a year of dating, one of his friends (who was happily engaged) asked him in front of me if we were planning on getting married. Stunned, jaw dropped silence for about a minute and then the Ahh... Uh.... Ummm... started. It was very uncomfortable. And made me insanely angry - because we had just talked about it and decided we did in fact want to get married, in a few years. Dan - oh how he swept my heart away....
Fast forward another 2 years. Dan just graduated from college (a MUST on his To Do list of life before he got engaged) and we were down to the "shit or get off the pot"time and I was ready. Dan called me one night - very upset - and asked if I would come to his house. He had told his family that we were going to get married (we had even set a date at that point, but no true proposal) and they freaked out. When I got over there, it was an ambush. They really hate me and insisted that we hold off on getting married, if ever because Dan was on his way to flight school and I was going to ruin it. My only response to them was, "We would like your blessing, but we are not asking your permission." They said their blessing is something we will never have, so I took Dan with me and left. That was really hard. There was a lot more nasty said, but why drag that up and post it on my blog....at least until I am really mad at my mother in law and then I'll use it to rant. Anyway, I am proud of my husband today for making a stand becoming the man I always knew he was.
A few weeks later, June 10th, 2000, Dan proposed. I had a feeling it was coming. But he showed up at my house and said we were going to a party. Already I was mad. A party? When am I gonna get my damn proposal...after all this?!? Then he said, "Before we go, let's go down to La Jolla beach and walk around." Ok, so maybe this is it. We walked and sat on the beach and watched the sunset...in silence. Are you kidding me?? Toying with me?? When it was over, he said, "OK, let's go." I was pissed. We started walking up the hill towards the car and he started to complain that his leg hurt. I didn't care. I just wanted to leave. We came to "our fountain" - the place we sat on our first date and he suggested that we sit for a bit so he could rest his leg. I sat down angrily (Gosh I was a brat!). There were people everywhere, and some weird Mexican band playing crazy music. There was no way that super private Dan was going to do it now. Then he started acting all mushy and telling me how much he loved me, I just gave him half a smile. Then I looked down and taped to a Buzz Light Year toy was a gorgeous diamond ring. I smiled big. "Will you marry me?"
I've missed you, dear Diary.
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