I am, in all honesty, surprised at how fast WG and I have moved from the hypothetical "do you think we'll get married some day?" to riding in his Jeep to a local jewelry store so he has some idea of the sort of ring to put on my finger. I am trying not to panic.
We drove to the next biggest city on this quest and so there was time for trapped conversation en route. We talked over this potential issue and that; we discussed concerns and fears. We were open and honest and vulnerable, as these steps in the process need to be. We carefully worded our concerns, avoiding defense techniques or worse, scaring the other one off because we didn't take the request for a satellite dish seriously enough. Hypothetically speaking, of course. Ahem.
There were a few moments of silence while we pondered points made and opinions offered, when WG said he had something very important to ask me.
Believing beyond doubt that my man was going to propose while driving, I worried about the intensity of his question and was already preparing myself to not get defensive, but to stay calm and open to whatever he was going to say.
WG took a deep breath and said, "What are we eating for dinner?"
Sigh. No worries that he will become a sappy romantic anytime soon, that's for certain!