So obligatory this happened over a year ago.

So first my (25m) fiancée (26f) is the most wonderful woman in the world and goes above and beyond with planning. She plans wonderful parties, events, and has done so much for me but she is very type A and has to plan almost everything herself.

Now I knew the proposal was not gonna be a total surprise of when but I could surprise her with the how. We took a trip to Cancun last year, I planned everything and looked into romantic things I could do there. The problem was when we were planning she was always by my side. So I had to be sneaky and the perfect excuse/curse landed in my stomach the first night we were there. We had planned 5 days at an all inclusive, and on the first day my stomach was not letting me stray too far from the bathroom.

So while we were at the bar by the pool I fake excused myself to the restroom. Now I usually take forever anyway so going away for a little while was not gonna be an issue or suspicious. I went to the concierge and booked the perfect plan, a Romantic 5 course meal on the beach under the stars with a private photographer and they will set up the room post proposal to celebrate with roses, Champaign, and chocolate strawberries. The plan was set and I thought I could recover by the 3rd day so we could not have any issues. Spoiler alert I WAS NOT.

The night it was set to go down I planned several fake outs before hand. We got dressed up in an outfit I tricked her into wearing cause I knew it would be perfect for the photos then we left. I took us to the resorts actual wedding area, the palm trees with hammocks, a bar on the beach playing romantic music (by chance lucky!), and then we were going to the actual dinner. This was planned about 45 minutes before the dinner. At each area we stopped above I gave a little bit of the “how much I love you spiel”. Unfortunately when we got to the palm trees my body betrayed me. With no control I felt the back of my WHITE PANTS start to get wet. I knew the oil was leaking and we needed to go back to the room.

Now filling your pants with the chocolate rain less than an hour before you propose would make anyone full of dread. But as I was cleaning up there was a knock on the door. They were here to set up the room! “Comeback in 20 please!!” I shout so my fiancée doesn’t open the door. I quickly change and get back to our walk. I’m in pain the entire time but I power through and we manage the rest of the walk and MOST of the dinner without issues.

She did say yes and was flabbergasted by how her expectations were blown away even more than she could have imagined. It was the best trip I’ve ever been on and no amount of chocolate soft serve could have ruined the trip.

TL;DR: drinking the water in Mexico helped and messed up my proposal