Lonelygirl15

lonelyelendi wrote:LOL...ok...once...I mean I CAN...she is definitely attractive enough...it just feels wierd...like...meh...lets chat about something else xD

lonelyelendi wrote:I know! LOL...it just feels wrong to do that to her. I feel like I should do that in person with her...wow...no...that isn't what I mean...yea...

lonelyelendi wrote:yea but I didn't mean that I should do that in person...I meant that it shouldn't be something in my head.

Hooda17 wrote:stuart, did i piss you off?

stuart2004 wrote:

Hooda17 wrote:stuart, did i piss you off?

no I am just trying not to get to dirty...dont want to get you to hot an bothered

lonelyelendi wrote:Ok, so this one starts with my gf and I living together in a small apartment:

She wakes up to find me not in bed beside her, and a small notecard on her chest. The notecard has a note that says "Go eat some breakfast, and don't worry about where I am honey, I am out making arrangments."

She would go out to find I had made a coffee cake (yes I do know how ). After eating a piece or two, she would notice the note card underneath the pan which reads: "When you finish eating, go take a shower and get all dressed up."

She would then proceed to the shower. After showering, a *gasp* notecard falls from her towel, and it says to go to our room to get dressed, and be sure to wear the black dressed I picked out with the pair of shoes in the box under the bed.

She would find the dress where I said it would be, and then she would look under the bed and find a shoebox with the initials MB on it. Opening it would reveal a brand new pair of Manolo Blanics (spelling?) black heels, and a notecard telling her to be outside our apartment at 1:30PM sharp.

She gets dressed and all ready, and goes outside at 1:30, to find a black stretch limo waiting for her. Inside the limo I am waiting.

Now, I have a couple directions I go from there, I will describe the one where...well you will see...

Anyways...

We go to the fanciest restaurant in Seattle, and after the main course the waiter comes and asks me to check on the special desert I ordered. I go to the back of the restaurant and return a couple minutes later. She asks me what that was all about, to which I reply "I had orded a very special desert, and I just wanted to make sure it was alright."

The waiter would bring out a silver platter with a silver top on it. He would set it down and pull the cover revealing a ring in a small box.

I would get down on one knee and say "Stephanie Angela Benz, if you would give me the chance I would spend every single day, every minute, every waking moment of the rest of my life trying to show you what I know I never can; how much I love you. Will you marry me?"

There, how was that?

lonelyelendi wrote:I have come up with more things like it...she always wants to hear them, and then she says "You shouldn't have told me! Now you have to come up with a new one!" And I do ^^ Honestly, I never thought of anything like that before I met her...she just inspires me I guess ^^