Honestly, I did not expect it to happen this time around as S.O’s grandma just passed. I figured that due to our Asian culture that perhaps he would pop the question another time. We’ve talked about it for the longest time (actually all throughout the time we’ve been dating). We knew that if we were going to go through with the long-distance, this would mean that we were serious about the relationship. Simply put, we were dating with a means to an end; that being marriage.
I recall a phone conversation with my best-friend the night before were going to head out on a day trip to Minneapolis – St. Paul. She asked me if I thought he would propose, and I remember telling her I didn’t expect him to until perhaps the summer even though we had already booked our wedding venue for the following summer. How wrong was I to assume.
S.O., took me for a nostalgic spin around Lake Calhoun where he did a student rotation. He recalls running around the large expanse of a lake and wanted to head there for their popular fish and chips located right by the water. As we walked about halfway around the lake, he wanted to take a photo and so he set up his tripod to “take a photo” (he later told me he was filming the entire time). There, he drops down on one knee and asks me to marry him. And so here I am, engaged to my best friend, the man of my dreams.