mr. ozzybear asked me to marry him on friday, november 09, 2007 on the beach near the santa monica pier. after work that day, he kept pestering me to go out to the beach with him.  going to the beach at night is something we do fairly often, but it was pretty cold out, and i told him i didn't want to go. he ran to the bedroom to get me extra clothes to wear. we finally ended up heading out to the beach; i was wearing at least three different layers of clothing, plus gloes and my beach hat.

technically speaking, he didn't actually ask me to marry him. he announced his intention to ask me to marry him. then he stopped and looked at me. i figured, what the heck, who am i to split hairs? plus, it was really cold out! i quickly accepted so we could get back in the warm car and head home to tell the puppies.

we had already talked about engagement rings and decided that we would rather put that money towards a down payment for a house, so i wasn't surprised that he didn't present me with a ring. what did surprise me was when he told me that he had gone to my parents to ask for their blessing. i'm not of the very traditional mindset, but it really meant a lot to me that he made the effort to take that step.

on the way home, we stopped for one of our favorite late-night treats - some fries and a soft-serve cone from mc donald's. all in all, i consider it the perfect proposal for me.