One Good Cake Deserves Another

| Romantic | May 18, 2012

(It’s my birthday and I’m walking back to my dorm with my boyfriend. He’s carrying my cake but will not let me look at it, or tell me what kind it is.)

Me: “It’s my cake, at least let me see it.”

Boyfriend: “Fine. But you can only have it if you answer one question.”

(He gets down on one knee, and takes off the cover. A ring is in the middle of a chocolate cake.)

Boyfriend: “Will you marry me?”

(Of course, I said yes. To this day I still say he bribed me to marry him with chocolate.)

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