The true story of how my fiancΓ© proposed to me; the only things changed were names. And yes, everyone in the story is 18 or older. Please let me know what you think and thanks for reading!
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When the time came, I woke up, rolled out of bed, stretched, and headed for the bathroom. Although still sleepy, the grin I was wearing wouldn't leave my face. Tonight was the night of the Taylor Swift concert and I was ready; my grandparents had surprised me with the tickets four months ago so it had been a long wait. But another reason for my excitement was because I wasn't going alone; my boyfriend of 4 Β½ years, Bartholomew, was taking me. As I turned on the shower and shed my night gown, I still couldn't believe he was giving up his Saturday night to do this with me. Taylor Swift wasn't really someone he really listened to but after all these years, he still surprised me. Finally finding the right temperature, I stepped in, cherishing the sensation of the hot water running down my body. The nipples on my c-cup breasts were tingling but I resisted the temptation to touch them. I was hoping to have an after party when we got back from the concert. But, as I shampooed my hair, I couldn't help but think about how sexy Bartholomew was. He had black hair, smoldering green eyes, a tight, muscular body, and-my favorite feature-a snake tattoo that went from his hip to his ankle. To most people, he looked dangerous but to me, he was the love of my life. Realizing I was daydreaming, I shook Bartholomew's image from my head and finished my hair; trying to ignore the fact that was a little horny. Reaching for my razor so I could shave, I smiled knowing how fun our sex life was. Once everything was smooth, I got out, dried off, and looked at my reflection in my mirror. My straight, blonde hair hung down to my shoulders and, due to the summer heat, I decided on a ponytail and reached for my clothes; a red and white Taylor Swift shirt and jean shorts. After being satisfied with my appearance, I left the bathroom to join my grandma in the living room. When she heard me, she looked up and asked "are you excited for tonight Mable?"
"Very!" I chuckled. "I can't wait."
"It won't be long now."
We then just talked about different things trying to pass the time. But all I could do was stare at the clock until 3'oclock rolled around and Bartholomew pulled up in his 97 white Ford Taurus. Grabbing my bag, I said goodbye to my grandma and ran to the door to greet my lover. After getting into his car, I asked "are you ready?"
"I suppose..." he sighed.
I giggled, knowing deep down he was a little excited. But our first stop was dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant; it was buffet style and we always ate a lot. Once we were inside and had our food, Bartholomew smirked and asked if I had our tickets. My heart thumped in my chest as I frantically searched my purse. When I saw them I breathed a sigh of relief while my boyfriend just laughed. I looked up at him and asked "why must you torture me like that?"
"It's just too easy."
I just rolled my eyes and started eating. This was normal behavior for him and would have actually been worried if he hadn't trolled me. A few minutes of silence fell over us as we ate the delicious food until Bartholomew piped up with "how much would you hate me if my car broke down on our way to the show?"
Almost choking on my Pepsi, I took a minute to recover before answering "well, I wouldn't hate you because it wouldn't be your fault. But I would hate your car."
Bartholomew gazed across at me, green eyes sparkling before replying "bullshit."
I laughed because I knew there was no use in arguing; he knew me better than I knew myself. "Yeah, you're right. I would be pretty fucking pissed...but so would my grandparents because they bought the tickets."
He just nodded and we continued eating. When the meal was over, the waitress brought over our bill and fortune cookies. I eagerly tore open my cookie and read my fortune, only to find it made so sense. That was, until Bartholomew read his and we realize if we were to switch fortunes, they would be perfect. Not surprised by that, we paid the bill and headed out for the Tacoma Dome. The concert didn't start until seven but the doors opened at 5:30. Everything was going well until Bartholomew asked "you brought directions right?"
Immediately this sinking feeling washed over me. "Oh fuck, I forgot...I was so busy getting ready I completely spaced...I'm sorry!"
The man driving silently cursed and told me "always bring directions. But for now, look them up on my phone."
I silently nodded and nervously looked them up, feeling guilty for not coming prepared and worried I wouldn't find them. A few minutes later, I did find directions but because they took so long to load, we missed our exit and began to get lost. At this point, I was freaking out that we would never find the venue; until about two minutes later we found a new exit that took us straight to the parking lot.
"Sweet, that was awesome!" I spoke.
"Yeah, it was...oh, here's where we park."
This is where we ran into yet another hiccup. Parking was $25 and we had spent most of our money on dinner. Bartholomew tried to pay with his debit card but it was cash only. "Ok, we're going to turn around and get money somewhere" he told the guy. After backing out, he yelled "shit! Why didn't you look up parking?"
"I'm sorry! I tried but I couldn't find anything-their website isn't very user friendly..."
"Yeah, ok."
After what driving for what felt like forever, we found a gas station. Bartholomew explained that he was going to go in, pay for something with his card, and get cash back. While he was in the store, I was damn near tears. If this didn't work, there would be no concert for us. I was also extremely guilty for getting us into this situation. When about two minutes had gone by, my boyfriend came back to the car money in hand and a smile on his face. "It worked!"
"Ok..." I trailed off. "I'm sorry..."