After Kiefer proposed, I made him wait for an answer.
To get a taste of his own medicine. Don’t worry though. I’m not making you wait any longer.
For weeks, I grilled him with my questions, concerns, and every possible scenario I could think of. Kiefer was my heart’s choice, but my head needed reassurance.
Then one weekend Kiefer and I headed down to DC’s Ted’s Bulletin for homemade Pop-Tarts.
After walking around the Eastern Market for a while, he suggested we eat cupcakes from Buzz Bakery.
As we ate cupcakes, I knew. I knew that any man who feed me Pop-Tarts and cupcakes in the same day was the guy for me.
We could have Pop-Tarts and cupcakes every day. We’d eat so many that our little babies would have sprinkles for dimples and icing for hair.
Kiefer: Hey do you hear what those women are talking about?
The women at the next table were planning a wedding. I didn’t hear them because I was busy deciding what was more important: accepting Kiefer’s proposal or eating the last bite of cupcake.
Thoughtsy: YES! I mean, no. I don’t know what they’re talking about.
Marriage Proposal Acceptance Fail.
Kiefer: Then why did you just say, “Yes?” Wait…. Yes?
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