A couple months ago, I took a quick trip down to San Diego to visit my good friend/ex-boyfriend. We dated from the summer of 2008 to 2009. The reason why we ended our relationship was simply due to the distance and sporadic visits to each other. Since then, we've created a strong and healthy friendship from our romance. I consider him part of my personal family. We speak often and still make plenty of trips to our respective cities for big occasions and mini-getaways. This story takes place during my last visit down -- which also was my five year anniversary being a Los Angeles resident.
I land in San Diego later than I planned, as usual. I get greeted at the door and with a quick turnaround, we are at an Italian restaurant with all of his close friends in Little Italy. I've come to the point of referring to this group of people as my "San Diego Fam". We ate and drank great wine. The party moved to the newly-renovated house of one of the married couples. It looks fantastic! They are so proud of the progress; as they should be! More wine is consumed and more laughs are had. The night winds down and we head back to my Ex's apartment. We fall into our usual ritual of catching up on the back porch overlooking the San Diego Airport. At this point we had consumed enough wine for the evening. We were both feeling warm and enjoying each others company. As the conversation progressed to our current dating lives, I thought it would be the perfect time to pop MY question.
"Have you ever thought of us getting married?"
He stops. He's caught off guard.
"I'm not proposing, I'm just inquiring", I say...