that's Mr. Tagley, if you please.
Disclaimer: Despite my attempts to keep the sappitude at a minimum, some may have slipped in accidentally.
I met Meagan in 7th grade home-room. I always liked her and considered her a friend, and this remained the case through Junior High and High School. I'd always considered asking her out, but it just never happened for one reason or another. After graduation, as was the case with most people from those early years of my life, our friendship sort of dissolved.
6 years later, I was in the process of quitting a job I hated and moving to Colorado for an extended winter. At the time, I was living w/ my folks 'til I left town. One afternoon, I was checking emails and received a response to a BS listing I'd placed on the Alumni web page for our HS (I won't go into details, but mountaineering guide and Everest may have been involved). Though I'd received many similar emails from girls interested in my "career choice", Meagan was the only one to get back to me after explaining that I actually was jobless and living w/ my parents. To keep things short, I'll just say that we decided to get together soon after for drinks and catching up, and we've basically been inseperable since (not including the 4 months I spent ski bumming through the US and Canada right after we started dating).
Over the course of our 3 years together, we've had good and bads, ups and downs, but we've grown closer together. To say that I'm slow to move forward is a complete understatement, but she's been patient with me and been understanding of my addictions and the fact that I'll never truly "grow up". She responds w/ a shrug when I bring home new bruises and scars, she stays calm as a cucumber when I walk in the door w/ chipped teeth and broken bones, and when I go back out to do it all again she doesn't protest. She doesn't bike and is a novice skier to the fullest. This may be a red flag for most, but it doesn't bother me. She has her own interests, and besides, the fact that she can smile at me and say "I know, no friends on a powder day" as we stand at the base of the Collins lift more than eliminates any hesitations I may have had.
I've know for quite some time that I'd found the right person to spend the rest of my life with. So, after spending months exercising my anality gene, I finally found what I thought was the perfect ring. Friday night, I arranged for a table at a nice restaraunt here in town. While we were eating, my brother snuck into the apt and planted a dozen roses w/ a note asking simply "Will You Marry Me".
She said Yes!
So I'm a little slow on giving you the proper congrats.
So here it is. The IM the other day was just a quick congrats at work. I am really happy for you man. I hope your life only gets better. And with the move out this way (West), I am sure it will. The soon to be Wife must be even happier. Like others say I am suprised they stay around, through all the crap we do. Especially all the addictions we have. Hopefully this will make things easier when I tell you to go ahead buy that bike, you really need it, or buy those ski's cause they are the shizznit and you can't rip properly without them, even though you may not be able to afford them, all of us here will egg you on to buy that gear anyway.
I didn't catch this post on Monday. Hev told me about it earlier tonight at his crib as I bummed some microwave time to make my TV dinner. He was telling me about one of his boys from HS that just got engaged, so I said did you hear about Bag, and he said, you didn't see the post. Don't know how I missed it. I think my GF was even happier than you, well maybe not, but she was damn excited, you know, you talked to her.
Well here is another congrats and can't wait to come visit you at your new casa. 6-7 hours sure beats 24 to see a great friend. I'll prolly talk to you tamara.
