Am I engaged?

We drove to his apartment after the movie was over to talk more. He pulled up to a garage and we went inside through the right side door. I walked into a tiny kitchen with a fridge, sink, hot plate, a microwave oven, and a dog that was 30 pounds bigger than me. There was a string hanging up curtains in the middle off the room creating a partitioned off living room.

He recently was playing a Good Samaritan by letting a friend stay there until they were able to get back on their feet. He offered his bedroom while he progressively created back injuries sleeping on the couch. The unconventional curtains provided him with some privacy from the free loader.

The conversations ran deep while the utmost private and personal aspect of our lives were revealed. We talked about getting married and going to the courthouse on Monday to make it official. We talked about how many kids we should have, complaining about daycare costs, and argued over who was going to take the stay at home role.

He made a rule that we wouldn’t sleep together for at least 3 weeks, and when the time came, he wanted to make sure it was special. We would go away for night and stay at a fancy hotel where we wouldn’t worry about anyone else but ourselves. We stayed up together until 3 in the morning.

When he drove me home, we watched the first snow fall for the winter coat the dead streets. The sky and road glittered. It was beautiful. He told me he wanted to see me the next day, the day after that, and every day for the rest of his life.

I quietly snuck in my sisters house to curl up on the twin bed I was currently sleeping on while I saved money to get back on my feet. The last thing I wanted to do was wake them or my 9 month old nephew while I lived under their roof rent free. When I woke up in the morning I couldn’t clearly remember the date I just had.

The future we planned out with each other seemed so surreal. A couple days ago I didn’t care to even go on the date, and I woke up wondering if I was engaged. Was I just thirty and desperate? After a lifetime of being picky… was I just tired of trying to find my “happily ever after”… that settling was my next course of action? Delusional? Could this actually be love?

Author: livingwithastranger

I got an apartment with the person I was dating for less than a month because the cost of living was too high. I tolerated him for 17 days before moving out. A month later I got a new boyfriend and moved in with him - and hopefully...we live happily ever after.

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