So I’m Gabe. Hi! Michael told me that some people that didn’t come to the Christmas party wanted to know how I proposed. I, Gabriel, the proposer, will tell you myself since Mike didn’t know what was going on the entire day anyway. I know this is going on a couple of different sites, so I’ll just guess which ones it’s going on.
I also drew you pictures.
Hello tumblr, Michele’s email, Roo’s desu Japanese page I can’t read because she’s Japanese and I am not, some people’s facebooks that I have to post on since Mike is in the dark ages and refuses to get one, uhh.. those video game nerd forums, and those other history nerd forums Mike goes on. I think I got everything. Hope so!
Anyway, it all started several weeks ago when I went to a jewelry store in southern Cali. It was next to that Greek place I like a lot and they had pretty things in the window. I knew that this would be the place to go and then get some Gyros to celebrate my achievement of getting the best gay engagement ring ever. I bought a pretty legit ring, just letting you know.
Then came that little bump in the road, we won’t talk about that, this is about how I surprised Michael and made him cry (with joy).
So then I had to make my plan. I had to make sure that no one else was planning on getting engaged on the same day, because come on, no one wants to share an engagement day with someone else. We would have had to fight to the death or something and I would have had to send my apologies to the would-be-widow.
Then I had to tell everyone who was going to be at the party so they could potentially ruin all of my plans and spill the beans to Mike. They didn’t, but I needed them to be part of my master plan so I couldn’t just not tell them.
I’d tell you what my plan was, but that would ruin the story. You’ll just have to keep reading to find out!
So anyway, I had the bright idea that I can ice skate. I cannot. I discovered that I would completely make an ass out of myself any time I even came within 10 feet of an ice rink. I discovered that in the morning when Mike and I went to one.
At first it was terrible. I thought,” Wow, all of my plotting to make Mike my love slave forever is falling apart!”
Then every time I fell I got to see his smile and hear his laugh. It wasn’t in the “Wow, you have no grace or poise why do I hang out with you” way, but in the adoring “Here, let me help you up and we’ll try again because I love you despite not being able to match my Adonis-like-skills on the ice. Did I mention I love you? Because I’m looking at you in the most adoring way possible right now.” way.
I changed my plan a bit then. I would lure him in with a false sense of security with my clumsiness and then I would have him! Yes, everything at that moment was back on schedule.
So we went home to wait for the party to start. I passed out in the chair because I hadn’t slept the night before since I was terrified of today. Also the damage done to my skull after falling so many times on the ice may have had something to do with it.
Then we went to the party and everything was going great. When I was away from you people would go “OMG R U EXCITED?!”
And I’d be all “I’M ABOUT TO PASS OUT FROM TERROR, THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT GUYS”.
And then someone suggested,” Hey! Let’s go ice skating! We’re so random and this isn’t part of a clever plot to get Michael somewhere dark and romantic and cute so Gabriel can propose to him!”
They didn’t say exactly that, but we all agreed that it would be fun to go ice skating at night with all the pretty Christmas lights and the snow. My plan was moving along perfectly.
So we get to the rink and I remember that I can’t skate again. That’s okay though, I had a Plan B! (Not the after sex pill, like a legitimately new ending to my original plan that didn’t involve me being able to stand up on ice.)
I used my minions (friends) to position everything around the outdoors rink perfectly so that Mike wouldn’t notice and we went about skating (me, falling.) It took me a good 10 minutes to get to the middle of the rink and I fell again.
WHICH WAS PART OF MY MASTER PLAN.
Michael came to help me up and that’s when I put my plan in action. I managed to stable myself down on one knee and pull out the ring.
I had written this really heart warming speech about how much I loved him and how he gave me fuzzies inside, but it all came out in a jumble of words I don’t think even made a sentence.
Michael ended up falling onto the ice and in the midst of our friends cheering and throwing fluffy snow over us and crying he said,” Yes!”
And then we made out. The end.
That’s pretty much how it happened, but I’m going to be more serious now. I care for Michael like I’ve never cared for another living thing in my entire life. I ache when he’s gone and my thoughts, no matter what they are, always stray to him in some form. He’s one of those people who just glow with love and life, though I know those of you who haven’t met him in person would have to to truly understand. He always makes me happy and despite what people have done to us just because we love each other, I would go through a stoning and beating everyday just to see his smile at the end of it.
He’s handsome beyond reason (and this is where he goes “Seriously, Gabe, I’m not that good looking.” Well shut up, I’m telling the story and in it you ARE.), he’s humble, giving, extremely intelligent, caring, free spirited, and he won’t waste his life away not experiencing all the joys the world has to give. I hope that I’ll live long enough to enjoy all of those things with him, since I won’t let him go until I’m way below the ground.
You made all the stars in the sky, the colors of the flowers and sky, and my life more vibrant just by being with me.
And even though we can’t legally get married, that’s okay. We don’t need a piece of paper to tell people we’re married. Then every year around our anniversary we’ll go down to the court house and ask for a marriage license until they finally say yes, but even then I’ll already have pledged my heart and soul to you, so then it will just be on paper.
And I know you’ll be embarrassed that I posted all this, then blush and laugh awkwardly, but I can handle that. You let me post this myself so I’m going to do it my way.
You better not edit it. I love you.
-Gabriel
