Squirrel Thoughts

Last Thursday, Zach and I went out for dollar sushi at the place around the corner from our house.

We both ordered our usual: miso soup, some maki and nagiri, plus a few glasses of wine and Japanese beer. It was a completely normal dinner — we chatted about our day, laughed at each others jokes, poked each other with chopsticks, said hi to a friend of Zach’s we saw. No one acted odd or seemed nervous at all. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Zach paid our bill, and we got up to leave. We walked around the corner, back toward our place. We continued to chat like no life-changing moments were about to occur. “I should go to Barnes & Noble and get a new calendar later tonight,” I thought to myself.

Then, out of no where, Zach said, “Hey, I forgot one of your Christmas presents.”

“Huh?”

“I forgot one of your Christmas presents.”

I turned to look at him. He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring box.

“Allison, will you marry me?”

My response?

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” (repeat for at least 30 more seconds). Then an emphatic “OF COURSE!”

See, I was not expecting him to propose at this moment. Christmas morning? Yeah, I thought about it then. The impending New Year’s Eve celebration? Sure, why not?

But walking home from an ordinary dinner on an  ordinary night, having an ordinary conversation? It completely took me by surprise.

And it was absolutely perfect.