"I didn't mean to rip your arm off."

Today, I was in Borders and I was purchasing my new 2011 planner (WOOT I love planners....honestly....) and there were 4 cashiers. Three boys and one girl. I literally stood there in line thinking, "please let me get the girl...please let me get the girl...." You see people, the Borders by where I work has the MOST ATTRACTIVE male clerks. It's a little bit overwhelming in all the right ways. Whenever they help me purchase things I do the dumbest things. For example, in the past I've dropped all my money on the ground while trying to pay, I've forgotten my name and phone number, and I always blush like crazy. HELLO. These boys are wonderful. Anyways, I didn't feel like being embarrassing today, so I wished for the girl. Did I get her? No. Of course not. I got the most attractive boy....which is wonderful, don't get me wrong....but HE HAD AN ENGLISH ACCENT. Needless to say, I basically died inside. You know, I died in that girly way where the boy who fits your "man list" is standing right in front of you and there's absolutely nothing you can do but embarrass yourself....So what happened to me this time? Well, he asked for my Borders Rewards card and I have it on my keychain, which is attached to a lanyard, which was attachhed to my wrist. I handed him the rewards card, and he pulled it over the counter, which pulled my lanyard, which pulled my whole arm. It was terrible because it hurt and I didn't see it coming...so I made this obnoxious American noise due to the unexpected pain. He laughed at me. Did you read that? He LAUGHED at me. Which made him even more adorable. Which made me blush even more....and he said (in his adorable little accent) "I didn't mean to rip your arm off."


I took that as, "Amy, will you marry me? I love you."


The wedding will be held in a matter of months, check your snail mail soon for invitations. :)