Disclaimer: Despite my attempts to keep the sappitude at a minimum, some may have slipped in accidentally.
I met Meagan in 7th grade home-room. I always liked her and considered her a friend, and this remained the case through Junior High and High School. I'd always considered asking her out, but it just never happened for one reason or another. After graduation, as was the case with most people from those early years of my life, our friendship sort of dissolved.
6 years later, I was in the process of quitting a job I hated and moving to Colorado for an extended winter. At the time, I was living w/ my folks 'til I left town. One afternoon, I was checking emails and received a response to a BS listing I'd placed on the Alumni web page for our HS (I won't go into details, but mountaineering guide and Everest may have been involved). Though I'd received many similar emails from girls interested in my "career choice", Meagan was the only one to get back to me after explaining that I actually was jobless and living w/ my parents. To keep things short, I'll just say that we decided to get together soon after for drinks and catching up, and we've basically been inseperable since (not including the 4 months I spent ski bumming through the US and Canada right after we started dating).
Over the course of our 3 years together, we've had good and bads, ups and downs, but we've grown closer together. To say that I'm slow to move forward is a complete understatement, but she's been patient with me and been understanding of my addictions and the fact that I'll never truly "grow up". She responds w/ a shrug when I bring home new bruises and scars, she stays calm as a cucumber when I walk in the door w/ chipped teeth and broken bones, and when I go back out to do it all again she doesn't protest. She doesn't bike and is a novice skier to the fullest. This may be a red flag for most, but it doesn't bother me. She has her own interests, and besides, the fact that she can smile at me and say "I know, no friends on a powder day" as we stand at the base of the Collins lift more than eliminates any hesitations I may have had.
I've know for quite some time that I'd found the right person to spend the rest of my life with. So, after spending months exercising my anality gene, I finally found what I thought was the perfect ring. Friday night, I arranged for a table at a nice restaraunt here in town. While we were eating, my brother snuck into the apt and planted a dozen roses w/ a note asking simply "Will You Marry Me".
She said Yes!
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