Foxy asked me to marry her last weekend! If you’re waiting for me to update the blog to get news, you’re gonna get left way behind. Sorry. First, the story:

It was three years ago last weekend, or thereabouts, when Foxy and I had our first date. I mean, we stumbled into several different drinking and eating establishments the night we met, but when we sobered up and had an official date, we had dinner at my apartment followed by a viewing of “Blazing Saddles” which is kind of a litmus test date movie.

So last weekend, we drove down to Jekyll Island, GA for our third anniversary. It was nearly deserted, and beautiful. There are bike paths covering the entire island, and the whole place is flat, so we took full advantage and rode almost everywhere. On Sunday morning we spent several hours at the beach, where the temp was perfect and we had alot of space, since as I mentioned, the place was nearly deserted. There was even enough privacy for PDA to feel completely acceptable.

In the afternoon, we rode into the historic district, where people like Vanderbilt and Goodyear had their houses when the Jekyll Island Club was in its heyday. Foxy told me she wanted to find a place where we could kiss, so I looked around the huge manicured lawn until I found a tree with the trunk laying along the ground in a  natural bench. She asked me lots of questions about how it felt to have our first date, then what it felt like now to be in a relationship, then she told me she got me a present, and to shut my eyes.

“Oh no, I didn’t get you anything!” “It’s ok, just shut your eyes.”

Then I opened them and she was kneeling in front of me with an open box. First I said, “You beat me!” because we were racing to get the ring done first, and I thought she still had cold feet and I had plenty of time. But then I said yes. Repeatedly.

And now I exist in a land of spreadsheets, and cost comparison tools and all decisions must be made jointly because we just doubled the number of brides.