it's still my story, I just see it diffrently now.

Who doesn't love a good engagement story?

Me. I don't. Those kind of things still hurt.

I was watching a hilarious show that typically does nothing but make me smile and giggle.

But this episode they decided to go all mushy romancey crap on me.

(OK part of me still loves this fake TV couple because it is actually cute)

So naturally I've been thinking about my story.

When it happened I loved to tell people the story.

For weeks I went around in a daze hoping that I could tell someone else.

It wasn't so much about what happened at the end of the night...

ya know that sparkly ring and promise of a life together.

But my favorite part was the during.

He took me to the lake and he brought a canoe.

This alone exhausted his planning skills.

It would seem that an avid planner like myself would hate what happened next.

We got lost on the lake. Not a slight detour kind of lost but a complete and total pitch black dark on the lake lost for what seemed like forever.

Naturally he was freaking out, which totally puzzled me because normally he wasn't like that.

Little did I know what he actually had planned for the end of the night.

Frustration and fatigue slowly but surely lead us to a happy time of just being together.

This was my favorite part.

We started singing Disney songs like total dorks and I was happy. That was enough for me.

I wish that was all I could remember.

It's the rest of the story that leaves me so bitter, irritated, saddened, destroyed and devastated.

Stupid awesome television couple. grrr.