“We had talked about getting married, and I always said I wanted a proposal in front of a few close friends/family members. He agreed, and thought the sentiment was nice,” oftestroksy’s story began.
“Our anniversary is New Year’s Eve and a friend was hosting a party with a handful of our other mutual friends. I kind of knew what was coming up. He was jittery and nervous, acting super awkward the whole night.”
After dropping to one knee and not popping the question, the boyfriend in question fled the scene and hasn’t been heard from since.
“Right at 11:59, he gets down on one knee, but he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, and kept opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to say something. I knew it was happening, and I was just so excited. I was crying, our friends were gasping.”
“At midnight, the ball dropped on the TV, and we all heard the cheering, and my boyfriend shook his head and got up, and told me, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I just can’t do this.” And he left.”
“I’ve never felt more embarrassed in my life. That was supposed to be the happiest moment of our lives, shared with our friends. If he hadn’t wanted to propose, I wouldn’t care if he just didn’t. I wouldn’t care if he told me. I wouldn’t care. I want to spend my life with him, and if that meant not getting engaged and married, I wouldn’t care,” she continued.
“What I care about is him getting on one knee, watching me cry and look so excited, then tell me he “can’t do this.” I feel like it’s almost my fault. I mean, did I ask for too much?”
But wait. The plot thickens.