My fiancee, we'll call him Jay, proposed September 27th. It was very sweet. We were just about to go out to dinner for out 11 month anniversary, when he held my hands, looked me in the eyes and told me how he could finally be himself with someone. Then he asked me to marry him. My smiley, giggly response? "You're not going to get on one knee?!" Bitchy, I know. Then he did do exactly that, even though he was dangerously close to the litter box. I felt a little bad. We then left for dinner, where I spent the night on my phone with my mom and then my three siblings. He told his parents, who sounded pleased.

And so it began...