He's such a bad secret keeper, he'll say its not true so i'll clarify - not secrets that others confide in him about, but his own secrets. He just wears the truth on his face. He's forgetful too so when he slips up and needs a quick cover, he just can't do it - everything's written there in that little smile and then his dash to the nearest exit.
When Matt proposed, it was all I imagined it to be. We went to a spot that was special to us, he said all these sweet and wonderful things, he even gave me this beautiful ring in an origami box he made the previous summer and saved for something as special as that day. It was all I imagined - perfection.
The not-so-perfect part? It wasn't exactly a surprise that our engagement was impending. Matt and I lived in a teeny tiny apartment, so teeny that our pantry was my shoe closet, and his dresser was the tv stand in our living room. One evening he was cleaning up after dinner and I was putting some of his laundry away when I noticed a shirt shoved into his short drawer. Now I'm a little bit of an organization and neat freak so naturally I yanked the shirt right out of that drawer and was about to give him a piece of my mind because I spent soo long colour co-ordinating his closet and organizing his dresser that he couldn't just take 1 second and hang his shirt up (of course in the correct colour quadrant of his closet -lol) When a wad of cash dropped to the floor. I was stunned, and as he turned around his face just dropped. I'm all like "whatttttt is thisss" he was speechless for a second, half smiling... then went into ridiculous story telling mode, telling me about his friend who had to remain nameless was in trouble and he had to hold the money and I think there was a biker gang involved in there somewhere, until he eventually grabbed the dog and ran outside.
He calls our moms and both tell him to just fill me in because really, what other ridiculous story could he tell me now. He comes back all sheepish and tells me his plans to get engaged and 3 months later I'm wearing his motorcycle on my finger and it has never been sooo sparkly.
Like I said he just can't keep the secret.
Last week he brings his lunch bag home from work and when I go to empty it, there's like a zillion magazines inside ... I ask what they are for, and his eyes dart to the door and he mumbles something about a work project, snatches the bag out of my hand and practically runs outside. He comes back inside a while later and was all "youuuu ruined my supriseee" and then tells me that he asked a colleague at work to give him copies of his company magazine (Ontario Out of Doors - which has hired me on few occasions to shoot for them) and he bookmarked every single photo of mine that was featured. He was going to surprise me with a scrapbook of all the photos that have been published.
But I haddddd to go and ruin it because I tried to unpack his lunch...
I love that you can't keep secrets like this, they make for funny stories and sweet memories :)
*jad
