Love and Engagement
// May 11th, 2010 // 15 Comments » // I Love LA.
This didn’t happen in Los Angeles, but I feel the need to write about it here. Stan and I have been together for four months and on Saturday night I took a 2 hour Amtrak train ride from Los Angeles to Solana Beach to meet him. He had a pink rose waiting for me along with lovely floating candles in glass, flames quivering in their various places around the room, casting the perfect moving hue of light on his tan skin, freckles, and curly black hair. He tends to do random amazing things so I didn’t suspect unusual and in fact wasn’t aware of what I was in for… fast forward to the phone conversation I had with my brother who is in Florida just now.Me: I just got engaged!
Taurug: No you didn’t.
Me. Dude, I did!
Taurug: Are you serious?
Me: Yes, bro!
Taurug: No, you’re not!
Me: Yes, I am. Look on Facebook!
Taurug: That’s crazy. I didn’t expect that. Are you happy about it?
Me: Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yes!
Taurug: Makes me wanna meet the guy now.
Maybe I seem too independent or insane for marriage, or perhaps too goofy and naïve. But whatever. IT HAS HAPPENED. It feels right. Lovely yet perfectly natural and ordinary. Stan is the man.
