So, ya, I'm engaged

If you follow me on Facebook, Twitter, or in general just KNOW me, then you probably already know that I got engaged on Tuesday.

You might have even seen this picture and/or my ring.

What you might not know yet is the story.



Tuesday night, I was working a little late at work. I called Gordon to let him know that I was about to shut down my computer and ride my bike home.

"Did you figure out dinner?" I asked with trepidation, not at all thinking he had.

"Yes."

I nearly cried right there. I was so relieved as I'd had a bad day/week, trying to catch up after my amazing vacation. There was just SO much. And nothing was working out. And it felt like I had to do everything myself. I just wanted some help with SOMETHING. And here, he'd taken care of dinner!

"Oh thank you thank you thank you," I gushed tearfully.

"Yeah, I'm badass."

Whatever. So I take off on my bike. It's snowing. The first snow that I've been in all year. Sucks (although admittedly pretty if I weren't so damn cold and riding my bike). I'm greeted by a dark house. Assuming Gordon's upstairs, I carry my bike up and inside my house.

On come the lights. Gordon appears from around the corner... in a Star Trek uniform. Commander class - basically, he's Captain Pickard with hair (actually, really good hair and in my opinion, better looking, though his accent is lacking).

"Cathy Bogaart," he says seriously, "Engage." And he makes the motion... the engage hand signal that Pickard always uses. And there, held out, is a ring.

I look at the ring, I look at him. Ring, him. He's wearing a Star Trek uniform, so clearly this is a joke. Back to the ring. Ring looks real. Back to Gordon. Still holding out his hand with that ring.

I cock my head uncertainly, "For real?"

"Yes," he says, nodding. "What are you going to do with it?" He asks, as I stand staring at it, thinking how pretty it is. But he hasn't asked me a yes or no question. I point this out.

"That's all you're getting from me." Apparently someone is Mr. Tough Guy all of a sudden.

I can't put it on because I'm still wearing my mittens and carrying my keys. I shove it all at him and take off my bike helmet. I put the ring on and it's perfect and of course it's right because we're right together. We kiss and I'm laughing and crying at the same time. I think I've been doing this for some time now.

We drink a bottle of champagne while we call, text and write to various friends and relatives. And take pictures. And then we order Pizza Hut. Basically, it's the perfect evening with my dorky fiance. Fiance? Weird. Will I get used to that?

Anyway, that's the story.
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