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Man, I've had lots of people ask me the story of how I got engaged. Ps. I'm engaged. I will tell you, Charles tells it way better than I do. Turns out with exciting stories like this I just like cutting to the end sometimes. Other times I'm so excited I don't do the real story justice. I just tell what I was thinking the whole time and a couple of the actual events. 

So if you want a clear view of what happened, you should check out Chuck's blog. You could even read these in tandem. 

I'll start out by saying Charles was pretty suspicious. That's the real reason he can't surprise me. He just isn't good at lying- that's a good thing for most intents and purposes. He also gets visibly nervous sometimes but at other times stays remarkably collected, like when he got a flat tire in the middle of our special all-day tryst. 

He has lots of ways to make me feel pretty special though. Like when we acrylic painted across from each other and he peered between the canvases- which would be creepy in most situations, but since it was him, I knew he was just staring because he likes my face. Or when I decided to put my food in the house after walking a mile in the heat to refrigerate my burrito and use the toilet- he pulled me close and told me there was no way I was getting inside,  because we had to go. Good reason Charles. 

Or when he thanked me over and over for giving him my time for the whole day, when he was the one planning everything in the most romantic style possible.

He knows I love:

1.  Art- so he booked a personal acrylic painting session for the two of us

2. Burritos- so he took me to Chipotle

3. Flowers- so he bought three dozen roses and put them in my apartment- in a vase and on the floor

4. Him- so he offered himself up to me forever

He's super great. I'm pretty lucky. That's why I said yes.