We arrived at the restaurant and I felt abit out of place in my work clothes. If tonight was the night he was going to ask me to marry him, why didn't he send me home to change into something nice? I consoled myself by thinking perhaps he prefers it to be spontaneous. Fair enough, fair enough.

We took the window seats which had a view of the city by night. I've always been a sucker for a beautiful skyline. Especially with the lights, somewhat glittering.

This is almost perfect, I thought.

I tried looking at him to see if he was giving away anything, any body language that I can immediately decode.

The maitre d' brought a bottle of red wine and my eyes widened in shock, I hissed, "We're trying to save here, aren't we?".

He ignored me and nodded his approval and the maitre d' came back with a couple of wine glasses. After the maitre d' left, he cleared his throat and said, "Uh, Jolene, I think you should know that I've been meaning to do this."

I choked on my red wine and I felt a little bit go up my nostrils.

He reached into his pocket and my heart thumped a thousand beats per minute. I held my breath as he pulled out - Oh, it was his handphone. And there I was thinking it would be a red velvet box. He went off to take the call and I looked out the window.

I was having the jitters. I'm so old already, it's time. How can I be having the jitters?!

The Boyfriend came back from his phone call and he gave me one of his smiles that I loved so much.

"Where were we?" he asked as he took another sip from his glass.

"Something about me knowing you've been meaning to be doing something lah..." I trailed off.

"Ah.. erm, I was thinking, we've been doing this thing..(he gestures between the both of us) for quite a while. I, uh, believe we should take this to the next level," he reached over for my hand.

"ALL THIS OVER ONLY WINE?!" I squeaked a little too loudly. Inside I was screaming, hello!! Where're the roses and the ring? THE RING GODAMMNIT.

"Uh, is there something else that I should do ah?" he looked puzzled.

"I DON'T KNOW LEH. What do you think, huh?" I was getting bitter.

"Uh...o-kayy. Nevermind, can I just get on with my question?" I don't believe this.

He continued, "Do you think it'd be wise for us ...Uh, are you ok, Jo??"

Perhaps the colour on my face went two shades lighter.

"...er, ya.... go..on.", I stuttered.

"Will you come live me and my parents?" he rushed those words out and took another sip from his glass.

I shook my head and said, "What..?"

"Live with me. And my parents. I believe we are at that stage where we should try this whole live in thing already."

I honestly did not know whether to laugh or cry. I'm not sure if I am ready to give up the comfort of my own bed. AND THERE I WAS THINKING ABOUT MARRIAGE. *smacks head*.

"Uhm, I don't know, dear..wouldn't I be imposing on your parents? Can't we wait till we get our own place?" I tried talking some sense into him.

"I don't know..just that my parents okay-ed the idea, and they were pretty keen," he sighed.

I did not give him a definite answer that night as I wasn't sure if I'd like to move in with his parents. I mean, they ARE nice and all but hello, too much of a good thing is ALWAYS a bad thing.

Come to think of it, if I don't try it I'll never know. Hm, perhaps I should give it a try. It's good to challenge ourselves every once in awhile. I will miss my own bed though.:(

Ehehe, grandparents these days. *shakes head*