Even though some of you don't deserve it, I promised I'd bring you part II of the omarphillips.net love story. So here it is.

I carefully drove home, kicking myself for having said something to the Applebee's guy. When I got to the house, the girlfriend was already there waiting. We said our hellos, then sat at the table to eat. In an effort to romancify the dinner, I casually lit a couple of candles that were on the table. (It should be noted that it was still fairly light outside, and these candles served very little purpose.)

Dinner was tasty, as expected. Conversation was great. While I was carrying on perfectly normal conversation on the outside, I was crapping my pants on the inside. (I should stress that the pant-crapping part stayed on the inside.) My primary goal was to act as normal as possible as to not tip her off as to what was coming next. And, if I may take a moment to pat myself on the back, I think I did a pretty good job.

We had finished dinner. The time had come. I went into my room to secure the ring bling. The room felt like it got 10 degrees colder. I think it was from all the ice on that ring. Or because blood stopped flowing to my extremities. One or the other.

"Oh hey, come in here for a minute. I've gotta show you something," I said.

The girlfriend came in the room and took a seat on the bed. I turned to face her. Out from behind my back, I pulled out...the PDA.

"I made some updates. Here, find your entry in the address book." She took the device and began searching. As she was looking, I casually knelt in front of her, as if to get a closer look at the PDA screen (I'm so sly). She found her entry and scanned it over.

"Note the category," I prodded. She noticed that her entry had moved from friends to family. She looked up at me.

"Of course, that's assuming that you say yes..."

I pulled the ring box out of my pocket. She gasped. "...when I ask you - will you marry me?"

She managed to get the word "yes" out, at which point I attempted to put the ring on her right hand, instead of her left. Did I mention I was a little bit nervous? She straightened me out, and I slid the ring bling on her ring finger. Perfect fit.

That, my dear readers, concludes this omarphillips.net love story. Enjoy your Valentine's Day.