Ashley

Once upon a time there was this girl names Ashley (Me) and she worked at Wawa. It wasn't the most wonderful job, being an overnight shift to help pay for college, but she was there, every night ringing up late night necessities for drunks and delivery persons. Well, one night Ashley was running the register while her manager was helping a slightly intoxicated customer.  Turns out this particular customer was John, who, after a dirty joke, a rough start to a relationship and three years later, is her loving fiance.  :-) And now the fun part: The proposal.  I have to give a little build up, but hey, it makes me smile remembering all of this in detail. After we had been together for a year and a half, I had decided to go down to Florida to go back to college and get a fresh start. That didn't quite work out. At all. So, we were unnecessarily separated for four months. I was originally just going to come back in June, but March came and I couldn't stand being away from him. The whole time I was gone we would talk every night, and more than once marriage came up in conversation. We knew we wanted to be together, and I told him that if he felt the need to buy me a ring, to keep it small. I don't like jewelry at all, so if I wear it, I don't like it to be big and gaudy. He kept talking about how awesome it would be if he propsed during my family picnic in June, in front of my whole family. I agreed. My whole family loves him, but I should have known that wasn't going to happen. I moved back on MArch 14th. It was a Thursday. He got all dressed up just to pick me up from the airport and we stood their hugging and crying for like 20 minutes before we realized I still had to get my bags. (whoops). Anyway, he took me back to his apartment, where I was planning to stay for my first weekend back, before ultimately moving back in with my dad. That sunday morning, I was collecting my things to take them to my dad's and John said "Hey, why not just stay here? All your sh*t is here anyway... Live with me!" So naturally I am excited and agree. That night I told my dad we were going to live together. He seemed pissed but said ok. (Later I found out why he was actually pissed.) We go back to the apartment, and I cook up a small dinner. John walks up to me and says "How long before dinner?" I said "About 10 minutes, why? Are you that hungry?" "No, but it's just perfect. I have to show you something. OK ready?"  "Yeah I guess, what are you showing me?"  "Why, the grand tour of your new home!" So I start to laugh because we are in this tiny little one bedroom apartment, that I had been in for four days now, but NOW he was giving me the tour.  "FIrst, this is the kitchen. THis is where you will be, barefoot and cooking for me!" "Riiiiiiiight hun." And I play-punched him in the arm. "THis is the dinning area, where I will eat all of your glorious food stuffs like a good boyfriend." and he continues to do this silly stuff all the way up to the bedroom. "This, is the most important room of all. This is where I will throw you down on the bed and give you presents!"  "Wait, what?" I was laughing because he said that in a very excited tone with a big grin on his face, while throwing me onto the bed, half pinning me. "I get presents? Yay!" He then says "SO I was totally going to buy you a t-shirt that said -- I left to go to florida and all my boyfriend got me was this lousy t-shirt, but they were all out. So I got you this instead!"  and he pulls the ring box out of his pocket. "Will you make me the happiest man on earth and say yes to marrying me?"  I pulled him in super close and gave him a kiss, and squealed out a "Yes!"  Never burned my dinner.  Found out my dad thought that I was trying to hide the engagement from him, because John had, one month before hand, got my dad drunk and asked him for permission to propose. The end....well..beginning.