I thought Nick had planned a perfect romantic evening — dinner, surprises, maybe even something special. Instead, I ended up starving, confused, and getting yelled at over a taco in a parking lot. Definitely not the night I pictured, but somehow, it became a story we’ll laugh about forever.
I’m 30, Nick’s 31, and we’ve been together a bit over three years. He’s sweet, goofy, can fix just about anything, makes amazing breakfast burritos, and gets emotional watching “Finding Nemo.” He’s the kind of romantic who slips notes in your lunchbox.
So when he told me last week, “Dress nice but comfy — I have a perfect dinner planned,” I was excited. Maybe a rooftop spot or a fancy restaurant with tiny portions and a crazy bill.
But nope.
We drove 45 minutes out of the city, past all the places I love, to a scenic trail by a lake. Lovely, sure — but it was 5 p.m., and I hadn’t eaten since noon. After nearly twenty minutes of uphill hiking on an empty stomach, I was about to pass out.
I begged, “Can we eat first?” He insisted the timing was crucial, but finally relented.
Then he drove to Taco Bell.
I stared. “So the perfect dinner was tacos?”
He admitted he had a reservation somewhere fancy planned after, but I was starving and he panicked.
I grabbed a taco and started eating. Then he yelled, “You ruined it all!”
With taco halfway in my mouth, I was stunned.
He explained I had a habit of eating when I was hungry, and now it had ruined his surprise proposal.
Then I bit down on something hard. I pulled it out — a ring, covered in sauce.
We both burst out laughing.
Turns out, the “ring in a taco” was his backup plan because the original idea was for me to find the ring at a romantic picnic spot after dessert.
After all the chaos, we returned to the lake, where he had candles, flowers, and music waiting. He got down on one knee and proposed.
I said yes through happy tears, and we laughed about the wild night — tacos, proposals, and all.
At our wedding, we even served tacos.
Now every anniversary, we stop at Taco Bell first — because that crazy, imperfect night is exactly who we are.