Whateley wants to share the story of his life and his horrible, fracked up childhood. But he wants to post it as a comment. So, Whateley, here you go, a brand new post so you can "comment" away.

So if you want to read the full down-and-dirty of Whateley and my relationship, then read the second comment of the previous post.

No new news except that I'm really lazy. Oh, but I'm fully unpacked now! Now I just have to train Whateley in keeping things neater. Our room is far too small to be leaving things lying about. And I shall probably have to do a closetectomy soon. I have far too many clothes that I do not wear. But they look pretty....

Oh, and in case you haven't guessed, I am back playing WoW and it is so evil. I'm trying really hard not to play all day.

Next step in Whateley-Artiste-Land? Well, besides planning (and paying for!) our wedding, I'm going to slowly introduce seafood into our cooking repertoire. It's a little like those allergy treatments (or developing an immunity to poison). You just gotta do it in ever so small incremental steps.J

Alright, I've already lost the bet that I couldn't work on my reel for six hours today (it'll be more like 5... or possibly 4), so I'm going to waste more time to share a story.

Before I begin, let me just say, Whateley and I are engaged!

We've been talking about getting married for the past six months. It came about during our Vegas trip this past summer when our friends eloped at the last minute. Whateley and I got to talking, and we decided that we would get married the next year. Anyway, we had a sorta date and no ring, so according to Dr. Laura, we weren't officially engaged. That and we hadn't come out to our parents either. Anyway, once that all occurred, we went looking for rings, which really consisted of me looking online for the type of ring I would like. Y'know what I discovered? Amazon.com has a jewelry section, and they've got some pretty good deals! Apparently, I freaked Whateley out by "becoming a girl." I say that there's a girly-girl inside every tough cookie and nothing brings out the giggly girly-girl than choosing her engagement ring. (It's bee-yoo-ti-ful!)

So now the story of our official engagement. Last Wednesday, Whateley found out that he put the wrong address when he ordered the ring, and he went to pick it up from the FedEx office himself. I was asleep so he needn't have worried, but he basically came up with an excuse that he was "out fetching boba." Okay... that was slightly suspicious but I figured he had a craving. That and I was still half-asleep so I just bought it. Anyway, so once I was awake, Whateley says, "We should go out to dinner tonight." That was slightly suspicious since he rarely makes plans for dinner so early in the day. Anyway, I said, "Sure, but I was thinking we could go to Santa Monica so I could go pick up my bike." Well, his gears started rolling and he figured he had to get me to the pier. So he said, "Hey, could we go to the Promenade? I want to check out Puzzle Zoo again." Well, I remember how he liked that store, so I, again, thought nothing of it.

Anyway, we're at the Promenade, we go through Puzzle Zoo, and then he says, "We should go to the pier." I reply, "I think they're closed." He said, "No, I think I saw the ferris wheel lit up." Anyway, we went there, walked around, the ferris wheel was lit up but the amusement park was closed. Anyway, we walk around the pier to a semi-secluded spot and he asks me, "Isn't this romantic?" My reply? "Well, I know it's suppose to be romantic, but it's not so much for me, because it's dirty, there are a lot of homeless people walking around, and it's getting cold. I think I'm definitely an indoor girl. I like the idea of nature, but in reality, I don't like being in nature. It's not what I consider romantic." Well, apparently, that crushed his heart a little, but hey, what did I know?

So he then says, "What, are you saying that if I pulled out a ring and proposed to you here, it wouldn't be romantic?"

I replied, "Well, it is nice, but it's not my ideal romantic spot."

Then Whateley pulls out a ring box and says, "Well then..." and then he gets down on one knee. At this point, I am in shock and my only response is, "Oh my God!"

It was a simple Will-You-Marry-Me and a simple Yes. Ah. Sigh.

Afterwards, Whateley admitted that this whole proposal business has been stressing him out forever, and especially that day, he was distracted all day. I noticed, but didn't really think much of it. :)

Yay!