He proposed, and I proposed a deal too. A simple deal, really. We get engaged and close up the sex shop until the big night. Totally doable. But Mr. Future Liz thinks I won’t last a week, let alone five months, so we make the deal a bit spicier. He wants a snowy honeymoon (ew) and I’m geared up for the Bahamas. Whoever lasts longer without the touchy, naughty, smoochy will get their dream honeymoon. I’ve got this in the bag.