@bloghomework from @rambo @lyxzen @missy @charmaine. Heres my valentine's day story.
It was a just another normal day after work on February the 14th 2013. My then boyfriend and I were driving to the city for a "romantic dinner.” I was like “Okay, it will be another typical Valentine's Day dinner—something everybody does.” Don't get me wrong I was excited. If anything, I was at least going out after a terrible day at work.
He had chosen to take the long way to San Francisco—he knew I enjoyed the scenic route. We were driving down Highway 101 about to cross the Golden Gate Bridge. Out of virtually nowhere, my boyfriend swerved to a wide shoulder area with a clear view of the Bridge. I was terrified! My boyfriend had a penchant for horrendous driving habits…tailgating, speeding, etc. I’m sure he had cut someone off in his risky maneuver to park on the side of the highway. Once parked, he got out, sprinted to my side of the car, yanked the door open, and roughly undid my seatbelt. What the fuck was going on? I was scared shitless.
With the sun setting on the Golden Gate Bridge, he picked me up and sat me on top of the car. With a calm seriousness I had not seen from him before, he told me I was the most wonderful women he's ever met and that he could never imagine his life without me. He pulled a small white box out of his pocket. My stomach, which had been churning from the shitty driving, was then turned to butterflies. Yes, he proposed!
I said yes, of course, and we got married just last month.
I guess this was both the semi-worst and best Valentine's Day ever for me. It was a total flood of different emotions all at once.
