2 July, 2013:
I’ve finally handed in my resignation letter at the lab where I have been working at ever since I graduated. The plan was to gain experience at cosmetic giants and come up with my own line of cosmetics. Life’s good at the moment since I have all the contacts. It was good doing all that networking.
I did ask him what the special occasion was and he had this playful smile on.
I regained my composure and tried to act nonchalant.
We took the window seats which had a view of the city by night. I’ve always been a sucker for a beautiful skyline. Especially with the lights, somewhat glittering.
This is almost perfect, I thought.
I tried looking at him to see if he was giving away anything, any body language that I can immediately decode.
The maitre d’ brought a bottle of red wine and my eyes widened in shock, I hissed, “We’re trying to save here, aren’t we?”.
He ignored me and nodded his approval and the maitre d’ came back with a couple of wine glasses. After the maitre d’ left, he cleared his throat and said, “Uh, Jolene, I think you should know that I’ve been meaning to do this.”
I choked on my red wine and I felt a little bit go up my nostrils.
He reached into his pocket and my heart thumped a thousand beats per minute. I held my breath as he pulled out – Oh, it was his handphone. And there I was thinking it would be a red velvet box. He went off to take the call and I looked out the window.
I was having the jitters. I’m so old already, it’s time. How can I be having the jitters?!
The Boyfriend came back from his phone call and he gave me one of his smiles that I loved so much.
“Where were we?” he asked as he took another sip from his glass.
“Something about me knowing you’ve been meaning to be doing something lah…” I trailed off.
“Ah.. erm, I was thinking, we’ve been doing this thing..(he gestures between the both of us) for quite a while. I, uh, believe we should take this to the next level,” he reached over for my hand.
“ALL THIS OVER ONLY WINE?!” I squeaked a little too loudly. Inside I was screaming, hello!! Where’re the roses and the ring? THE RING GODAMMNIT.
“Uh, is there something else that I should do ah?” he looked puzzled.
“I DON’T KNOW LEH. What do you think, huh?” I was getting bitter.
“Uh…o-kayy. Nevermind, can I just get on with my question?” I don’t believe this.
He continued, “Do you think it’d be wise for us …Uh, are you ok, Jo??”
Perhaps the colour on my face went two shades lighter.
“…er, ya…. go..on.”, I stuttered.
“Will you come live me and my parents?” he rushed those words out and took another sip from his glass.
I shook my head and said, “What..?”
“Live with me. And my parents. I believe we are at that stage where we should try this whole live in thing already.”
I honestly did not know whether to laugh or cry. I’m not sure if I am ready to give up the comfort of my own bed. AND THERE I WAS THINKING ABOUT MARRIAGE. *smacks head*.
“Uhm, I don’t know, dear..wouldn’t I be imposing on your parents? Can’t we wait till we get our own place?” I tried talking some sense into him.
“I don’t know..just that my parents okay-ed the idea, and they were pretty keen,” he sighed.
I did not give him a definite answer that night as I wasn’t sure if I’d like to move in with his parents. I mean, they ARE nice and all but hello, too much of a good thing is ALWAYS a bad thing.
Come to think of it, if I don’t try it I’ll never know. Hm, perhaps I should give it a try. It’s good to challenge ourselves every once in awhile. I will miss my own bed though.:(