I Know Why the Suprised Fiancee (to-be) Cries

Just watch the first twenty seconds :B


That is how I will date XD Go Stalker Habits!
(the rest of the trailer: I want to watch!!!)

Now you're in the RomCom frame of mind, lets move on, shall we?
I love watching surprise proposal videos. It's so touching that someone would go through so much trouble to ask for another's love forever, and the love on his face as he's down on his knees with the shiny, proud and pleased to have surprised her--to evoke such feeling from her, but open and vulnerable, a wobbley smile waiting to taut up for a yes. I love the look on her face, be it tears or screams or wide eyes and sharp gasp, and perhaps her hands over her face, seeking a small, closed space to reassure her this is really happening. And to remember how to speak. And hopefully, say yes. And then the throngs of family who were in on it close in and happily ever after.
Each video, I smile and wonder if my proposal will be like that. I wish I could be in the bride-to-be's shoes for a sec, just to see what it's like.

So, uhm, whatever wish-granting fairy is out there decided to perversely grant it.
I'd been hearing about Mr. Prom-Date arranging a romantic "go-to-prom" proposal. I said it was redundant and unneeded, and quite a while too late. And then I was told he gave up. I was relieved (okay, also mildly disappointed, but relief >disappointment). Anyway, my friends drag me up to the library because one of them has to print econ hw and the other is looking for a book. Nothing out of the ordinary. While I wander the aisles with madam book-finder and econ-printer (waiting for the computer to free up) I'm still unsuspicious. Mme. Book has trouble finding tne book, and I have trouble with my big-arse backpack, so I sort of half-sit, half collapse by the correct section and look up. I'm busy reading labels, not titles, and the three of us find it at the same time. Tall, skinny book with a black spine and a grimy plastic cover. Mme. Book pulls it out and lowers it to my face (I'm on the ground, still).
"It's for you." I glance at the cover to see a couple caught in mid-twirl. Then my gut sinks and my brain whirs into gear, I look over my shoulder, taking to book to pass it to Mme. Printer, since, well, she learned to dance in Jan, and needed a follow-up. When they insisted it was for me, my stomach jolted and began to eat itself. Hoshit. I thought, as I made the dancing reference. Squatting on the floor, half-standing, I awkwardly open up the book, expecting...I dunno. I look left and skim the inner flap, and then I look at the pocket where the borrowing card is kept. Oh, it is for me. I see my name scrawled with the words "Hey, wanna help me with a calculus prob--" before I snatch it from the pocket and stuff it in my capris. It was really hot, so it would be fatal to blush, so I didn't. I just avoided eye contact and tried to remember what face my muscles were pulling when I found out. I then fail several times at putting the book back (despite two extra pairs of hands helpin' out). Finally decide that standing is the solution and finally get the book in properly [officially, that didn't happen]. So I hoist my backpack and the three of us stumble out of the aisle. I gesture for Mme. Printer to get printer. Guess what. She was in on it.
Traitors, geez. And very good actors. That is also the reason these proposed to ladies cry, because they realize everyone was in on it but herself, and there was a small twinge of an appropriate reaction to betrayal. And then the diamond does its magic.
:v
So yeah, I really didn't properly read the invitation until I got home and ironed it between my fingers. Nice math pun.
It was cute, okay, okay, I'll admit that. And very sweet of you, Mr. Prom Date. But still. Redundant.

so, here it is, taken with my built-in webcam, so excuse the fuzziness.

"Can you help me with a calculus problem? ∫dp+∫dr+∫do+∫dm What do you say?"

the paper behind it is the book ref. number 793.3 R66

Seriously, from the stories I had been reading, I was expecting frosted cupcakes, P-R-O-M flavor.