And?
When I walked off the plane, I actually recognized him before I recognized Jenn (sorry!!
). The first day there (Saturday) was kinda awkward because we were both nervous and I thought he hated me. Also, there was an unfortunate case of being locked out Jenn's room after I took a shower, so Sam saw me without makeup, which was the worst thing I could possible imagine.
The three of us walked around London all day, and then that night when we were at the bar, we apologized for being distant all day, told the other person they had nothing to apologize for, etc. Then I started crying because I'd thought he hated me and he was all sweet and I said something about him seeing me without makeup and he said I was more beautiful than ever and I was
.
On Monday, he and I had a two hour train ride from London to Norwich, where he lives. By the time we got to his flat, I felt like I'd known him all my life. It was just amazing how well we got along and how comfortable we were around each other. We had a pretty low-key week -- lots of watching The Simpsons and Blackadder, went to see Harry Potter and Bowling for Columbine, went out for meals a couple of times, watched a couple of DVD's, listened to music, went shopping, made a hippo and a dog at the Bear Factory, went out for drinks, and I went with him to uni one day. It was absolutely perfect because all I wanted was to spend time with him. The nights we stayed in, he cooked the BEST meals ever (pasta with sausage and bacon
), and even cooked mushrooms for me one night despite the fact that he hates them. Anyway, it was fantastic beyond belief, and we talked about our future together a lot during the week.
Proposal, proposal!!
He proposed to me on Sunday night, after we got back from not going to see Doves in concert (long story). I was in a kinda pissy mood and said something to him about how I was worried that he only liked me because I was there and that he would change his mind when he met someone else. I have NO idea why I said it, other than that sometimes when I'm really happy, I feel like I shouldn't be and I get scared and I do anything I can to sabotage my own happiness. If that makes any sense. Sam was just so perfect all week that I couldn't bear the thought of things not working out with him and I couldn't believe that he could actually love
me, so I guess I sort of wanted to punish myself for being in such a great relationship.
Anyway, he was hurt that I would think that his feelings were so thin, and said he'd been talking to his friend for two hours (while Jenn and I were gone) about how happy I made him and started talking about how he wanted to spend every minute of the rest of his life with me. I started laughing because he's so damn cute and then he said, "Meggie, I'm asking you. Will you marry me?" and then I started laughing and crying at the same time. He gave me a gummi ring, but I made him eat it because it was too sticky and otherwise I would've eaten it.
So then he moved my claddagh ring over to my other hand, which really shocked me because he'd asked what the ring was on Monday and I briefly explained it to him, but I didn't expect him to remember any of it. Anyway, we talked for a few minutes (mostly me saying, "Are you SURE?? Absolutely positive??"), and he went to the kitchen to wake Jenn up and then told two of his friends the news as well. He gave me a real ring before I left on Wednesday, and this time I didn't make him eat it.
You two are cute! 
