The "Proposal"

The first of March, we were at our pub playing a weekly trivia quiz against other teams. Our team just consisted of the two of us. Sometime in the middle of the rounds, he stared at mid-air smiling.

"Why are you smiling? At nothing again?"

"I am content..."

"You are happy?"

"Yes...my girl asks me out, I'm playing trivia with her at my favorite pub, life is beautiful...Those are grounds for being happy, right?"

"Hmm...yeah, I guess...." I couldn't come up with any other response. He just called me "my girl" for Pete's sake. It sent a butterfly in my stomach. I smiled at him.

"What?" He asked

"Well...this is like that answer you put on that questionnaire I gave you.... 'Where do you wish you were right now' and your answer was 'This is a superfluous question.'"

"Ha ha...I like my answer. You'd better keep that questionnaire, because there might be no one else that will need to fill it."

"I do keep it. I keep everything..."

A couple hours later, I popped him what was on my mind....

"You're calling me a girlfriend?"

"Yes...aren't we? We were already like that since last weekend...So, yeah we are officially a bf/gf now. I mean we've been going out for months, I don't know what will happen in the future, I am happy with what we have now, I care about you, and I think you're a prospect."

I didn't even remember what my response to those bombardments. There are no cheesy I-love- you's, it is an understanding, I suppose.

I'm hoping he's the one.