Real Life Stories - January 2010

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To cut a very long and complicated story short, after that evening we gradually became what is now termed "an item," and it was wonderful: he simply couldn’t do enough for me, driving me home every evening, taking me out, re-plumbing and redecorating my flat, doing my shopping, and my shoes always shone better than new. Each night when he dropped me off I would tell him what to wear the following day and then make some excuse to visit his office to check that he had complied and give him a list of things I wanted him to do or buy for me. Ironically when people at work began to realize that we had become a couple, my female colleagues became jealous, and the man whom they had hitherto derided as a creepy weirdo suddenly became an eligible bachelor that I had "stolen" from under their noses.

Exactly one year after that first awkward outing he proposed, he slid an open ring box across the table and asked me to marry him. Well I wasn’t having any of that, I made him go down on one knee in the middle of the restaurant and propose properly. I told him that I would only accept him on my terms and he replied "you can do whatever you like as long as you let me love you."