I was talking to one of my oldest friends the other day, and we somehow got on the subject of husbands and affection and love languages and stuff, when I revealed that the DadGuy is a complete and total hopeless romantic.
She couldn't believe it.
The thing is, DadGuy is very much the dreamy romatical type, whereas I'm the "don't spend $50 on flowers that are going to DIE" type.
Then I realized that I should tell you my engagement story.
But before I do that, (and in case you're new here...) you should read a few things. You know, so you get the whole story.