Have You Ever Been Completely Convinced Your Man Was Going to Propose--and Then He Didn't?

As I'm fairly sure I've mentioned before, I've never expected my boyfriend (AP) to propose with some grand gesture in some exotic place--like a glacier or something that like. So when we recently took a trip Iceland (our first vacation in I can't even tell you how long), I put all thoughts of an engagement out of my head. Out of my head that is, until this happened:

We (two of our friends, AP and me) spent our first day wandering around Reykjavik (the country's gorgeous capitol). After some marathon shopping (who knew the fashion scene was so robust in Iceland?), and a delicious breakfast, we found ourselves headed toward the Tjorn, a lake positively littered with ducks.

As we walked up to it, I spotted an adorable bridge and instantly ran to the middle of it to take in the sights. AP joined me minutes later and gave me the sweetest kiss (I know, cheesy). When I looked up, I realized our friends had hung back at the entrance to the bridge, and one was snapping pictures of us like it was a photo shoot or something.

After a few more minutes of embarrassing PDA and lovey-dovey stares, AP started fumbling around the inside of his backpack. That's when my subconscious apparently took over and that little voice in my head started screaming, "Oh my God, is this it? Is this where he's going to propose? Is this happening? OMG, this is totally happening!"

I looked back at AP. He was still fumbling for something. My inner voice was getting increasingly louder--the anticipation was killing me. AP was still fumbling around. "OMG, what is he doing?" I thought.

And finally his hand emerged for the depths of the bag with...

a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.