He took me to sushi last night. We'd been talking about doing that for months and finally got around to going.
We sat down, and Jake, being the cut-to-the-chase kind of guy he is, started talking about how I hurt his feelings the night before. Yep he has feelings.(I snapped at him for making a dumb comment in class and embarrassing me. The comment had nothing to do with me, but, you know, what makes him looks bad makes ME look bad. It makes sense to me.) So we talked it out and found out we still loved each other and everything was okay.
So our conversation moved onward and we started talking about other things and out of the blue Jake gets a I-know-something-you-don't-know smirk on his face. "What? Is there something on my face?" I say, wiping away the invisible crumbs.
"No." Smirk. Smirk.
"Well then what is that funny look on your face for?"
I look behind me to the right. Nothing. And to the left. Still nothing.
Why is he smirking?
"Oh, there's just a funny joke written on the table over there." He points with his eyes.
"I don't see anything." I don't know if I said that out loud or if I thought it. But I meant it. What the heck was he smirking at???
"RIGHT THERE!" He said, his eyes wide, but now he was pointing with his finger.
And there it was. The small square box I'd been waiting to see my entire female life. My real ring was here!
Losing all sense of what proper etiquette would have me say in such a moment, I said, "How did that get there?"
And he explained that during our you-hurt-my-feelings-last-night conversation he slipped it out of his coat pocket and onto the table in plain sight. What am I, blind? Apparently, because that was a good five whole minutes before I discovered it. (Actually, I didn't discover it. He pointed it out to me.)
Anyways, he opened the box, slipped off my temporary CZ, and onto my finger went his token of love for me. I love it. I'll post pictures.