Majik forgot to mention a few details, which lead to believe that he was merely insane, and not about to propose.
We had been great friends since last July, right around the time that my ex-bf passed away in a car accident while I was working at a summer camp. Since I came home in August, the longest we've gone without talking is 3 days.
We finally met up for New Year's, and he swept me off my feet. I knew there was way more there than I ever wanted to admit. In fact, his first proposal was 2 days after we had officially started dating. My response? I promptly asked him to pull the car over so that I could throw up. Another thing, I had once told him that if he proposed when I was undressed, I'd immediately say no.
I knew I wanted to marry him, but he had also told me that he wouldn't be able to afford a ring until July, and maybe not until November, which upset me greatly, but there was nothing I could do about it. Then he started spending tons and tons of time with one of his friends until like 2 a.m., and not tell me why. I had no idea that he had already bought me a ring, especially since he told me that he was painting me something for my V-Day present.
I fly down to W.Va. on February 17th, after having the worst airport experience EVER. We get back to his apartment, and he asks me, "If I tell you where your gift is and not to look in that room, will you?" And I'm like, "I'm curious, so yeah, I will." He starts carrying a cooler with my gift inside everywhere: to school, to the bathroom, wtc. I'm thinking he's insane, because it's just a painting. We drive down to Columbus the next day, and right before we leave, he asks me to bring my Discman so that if I fall asleep early, he'll have something to do in the hotel room without waking me up.
5 hours later, we're getting ready to go out for dinner: first to Haiku for some sushi, then to the Burgandy Room for some Tapas and champagne. While we were at Haiku, majik's favorite band, The Postal Service, comes on, and he starts tearing and talking about what a perfect night this is, and how everything's coming together perfectly. At Burgandy Room, the waiter asked us if we were celebrating something special, and majik all of a sudden got super-paranoid and agitated, and was like, "No, not at all, I don't know what we could be celebrating." Most women would probably realize something was up; not me, I just thought he was insane.
We get back to the hotel room, and I start taking off my clothes to slip into PJs, and he starts flipping out, repeating over and over, "put your clothes back on!!!" I ignored him, but kept my earrings on with my pjs to maintain some effect of what I had been wearing previously. He tells me that I had been very good, and that I could have my present, and to pull out my discman. He shows me the CD which I thought was beautiful, and half-way through listening to it, I start to cry. He's like, "Are you crying?" and I thought he was making fun of me, so I stopped. Finally, he tells me to close my eyes and that he has another small gift to give me.
I open my eyes, not even noticing he's on one knee. He says my full name, with me kissing him between each name, because I have no idea what's coming, and then when he says my last name, I start freaking out, because the fact that he's proposing all of a sudden becomes very clear to me. Majik went on about how much he loved me, asked me to be his wife (to which I said yes), and slipped a beautiful ring on my finger. Because I'm such a tactful person, the next words out of my mouth were "Is it real?", followed by "I feel so bad that we don't have any condoms!!!"
But to make up for it, I immediately gave him an hour of great head.
It sounds so much sweeter the way he tells it.