So before I go too much farther, she said yes, and we're engaged now. She says hi to "all the perverts on that website," so there's that.
The plan went fairly well. The first night was awesome, the food was great, the music was pretty darn good (besides the Jeff Buckley, I got them to play Led Zeppelin's 'Going to California,' one of her favorites). She wanted sex that night (not just oral), but I begged out. I spent the night in our dining room finishing up her V-day present- I had been promising to fix up her bike for almost a year. It took seven hours, but here are the pics:
Notice the spokes?
I had to sew that ribbon by hand... took forever.
I just bought those.
I also have some nice flower-shaped Christmas lights and a power-inverter, so she can have those all over her bike at night. It will look awesome.
V-day itself was cool, I skipped school, and we went for a long bike ride. She bought us tickets to go see The Hives this Sunday night. She had to clip that page out of the magazines for months now... sneaky girl.
Most everything else went as planned, but she didn't want to make tender love that night, she wanted to have rough, energetic sex. My music was fine until she got out of the bath, then she made me switch it to Franz Ferdinand, something to really fuck to.
This morning, I gave her the breakfast in bed and the ring, and she burst into tears. I was right, she didn't see it coming. She was a little pissed, because it made her eyes puffy right before she had to go to work, but I told her at least she has a good story to go with the puffy eyes. I had amended my speech as per Katiebee's advice (thank you, Katiebee, my fiancee agreed with you), and she loved it. She can't wait to get home to enjoy our engagement properly.
As always, thanking all the folks at KB, and wishing all a joyous orgasm,
-Forgetfulish