Surprise Ending: He Put a Ring on It!

Okay, maybe we're not so shocked.

Now, first before I share this story with you I need to be up front.

My name is Miss Coyote and I am a control freak.

Seriously. I watch David Tutera get in there and change a couple's wedding two weeks before and I have a panic attack. I once turned to Mr. C and asked him, "Can you imagine if we were on this show? I don't know if I could handle it!" He started laughing and told me that I wouldn't let poor David out of my sight until he showed me the entire blueprint for the day. Stay away David, stay far away. You've been warned.

Because of this I was pretty involved in picking out the ring. For a while I was obsessed with side stones. I spent way too much time staring at rings like this:

Image via Blue Nile

Image via Blue Nile

 

Image via Blue Nile

But then we went to a few jewelry shops together and once I tried them on... They just didn't feel right. I tried on a few different styles and did find a few things that I liked, but ultimately I left the decision up to him.

The Itch

So I would love to tell you that Mr. C and I went on to live blissfully for the next six years and that he surprised me with this romantic proposal and everything is just sunshine and unicorns and rainbows.

But I'm not gonna tell you that. Because that's just not the way life is.

The dude and I spent about four years of awesomeness together. Then somewhere toward the end of that fourth year things started changing in my brain. I got The Itch. You know it. The put-a-ring-on-it itch. I started to ask myself all of these asinine questions like, "Where is this relationship going? What are his intentions? Does he even want to marry me? Did I leave the iron on?"

It was bad news bears. And it kind of scared me. Because the reality is... I'm not that girl. I've never been that girl. I never cared about getting married. Or throwing a wedding. Or having babies. It just didn't matter to me. We were just having fun and we were both happy and that's all that really mattered. Then all of a sudden I freakin' snapped.

It was the Summer of 69

Move over Bryan Adams.

More like the summer of 2005. Oh yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

At the time I was just enjoying single life after recently breaking up with a pretty toxic boyfriend. I was all, "I'm young and I'm awesome and I don't need no man telling me what to do! WHOOOO!"

[Personal Photo]

Yup, that's me... Eating pineapple upside down cake in the back of my Jeep with MOH A. I was livin' the dream I tell ya!

It was pretty epic.