Best Date Ever

So, after the Steeler game on Sunday, the Br of Bruce said he wanted to take me to dinner on Thursday. He said he hadn’t taken me out in a while and we should go to Bebo, one of my favorite restaurants in the area. He is really swell, that Br.
Thursday arrives, and I get home from work. Br had an interview earlier in the day. He tells me that he’s keeping his nice clothes on, but ditching the tie for a sport coat. It's 80 degrees in DC. In my jeans, I’m feeling underdressed. But hey, who am I to tell someone how to dress for dinner.
We go to Bebo, and I’m overwhelmed by the menu and the pushy waiter who wants me to order a $62 bottle of wine. I settle on a $45 bottle of wine (still way expensive, but hey) and finally decide on food. Happy as a clam, I’m ready to enjoy our date. It’s a beautiful day outside and we’re sitting in/out by the folding walls.
Before I get my Caprese salad, Br pulls out a packet of little cards from his jacket. He says that he wanted to do something nice for me so he made these cards (orange no less) to tell me what he loves about me. Then he flips through the cards reading all the things he loves about me. Sweet things like “you’re adventuresome” and “you’re smart”. Sexy things like “your body” and “you’re sexy”. And even silly things like “you’re clumsy” and “you’re gassy”. There were more than 50 cards that he wrote, printed, and cut out. Just for me.
Then we ate delicious, delicious food and ordered dessert. Best date ever, right?
Not quite. While waiting for dessert, he informs me that not only did he get me something orange, but he also got me something shiny. He put a box on the table. I’m clueless, “what on earth could Br have gotten me?” Then I looked.
Yep, you guessed it. Probably more quickly than I did. He got me the most beautiful ring, crafted by a local designer that we had admired months ago. After I cried, and I mean created-a-spectacle-cried, I got up and kissed him. He said does that mean yes. And I said of course. Then I put the ring on the wrong finger, figured it out, put it on the right finger, said “We’re engaged!” and cried for another five minutes.
I did manage to compose myself enough to eat my tiramisu. mmmmm
We left the restaurant and I immediately needed to begin smoking again. I was too excited and my nerves were shot. I’ve been so very happy and I haven’t stopped giggling. For those in the know, I’m not clear yet, but I don’t care. I’m not letting anyone or anything keep me from being truly happy. And I am. Bruce is going to be around for a long, long time. Probably, forever.