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TIFU by proposing to the wrong person

I’m an idiot.. Me (M26) and my GF (F25) took our yearly trip to the mountains a couple of days ago. We usually spend the first three days hiking and the remainder of our trip in a nice cabin. This year I decided to splurge and upgraded us to a really nice hotel because i had a plan. Me and my girlfriend have been together for 4 years and we always talked about trying to get engaged after she was done with uni. She has talked about how she doesn’t really care about how or where we do the wedding, the proposal was the only thing she really cared about. She wanted a nice intimate moment between the two of us. So that was my plan, the last day of our hike I would pop down on my knee and ask the question in a beautiful and intimate moment.

Here’s what actually happened. We had just gotten to the best part of the hike. It was peaceful, the views were beautiful and so was she. We were standing by a outlook post overlooking a valley. There was not a person insight… or so I thought. I told her I needed to tie my shoe and gave her one of those little points asking her to wait. I turned around to ”tie my shoe” so I could discreetly get the ring out of my bag. I had practiced this part over a 100 times at home but my nerves were of the charts and I was to fast. I gave myself a few seconds to collect my thoughts while I was pretending and when I felt done I threw the bag, turned around ring in hand on one knee. What I was met with was not the loving gaze of my soulmate but instead an old lady with a camera. My brain short circuits and I blurt out ”will you marry me?” even tho I know that my girlfriend is not a 75 year old Japanese lady with a photography hobby. I held the pose for at least 30 seconds completely frozen until I saw my girlfriend about 20 meters away. How she got so far away I still don’t know.I tried to recover, I stood up and got on to the other knee for some reason and half-yelled at my GF ”OR MAYBE YOU WOULD LIKE TO MARRY ME INSTEAD?”. My gf sighed and turned around to continue the hike and I grabbed my bag and jogged after her after a quick apology to the lady. All she said when I caught up was ”I’m not gonna laugh now but we will laugh about this soon. For now I’ll save you the trouble by pretending this never happened so you can do it right next time.” On the way down from the mountain we saw a Japanese tourbus and I thought I saw a smirk on her face.

Now I’m typing this from the gas station on our way to the fancy hotel. Still not engaged and still feel like an idiot. I wanna laugh but I also feel so humiliated. I tried to talk to her about it but she told me that she needed a moment. It’s gonna be even more humiliating when we get to the hotel. I’m aware that this will be a hilarious story someday but first I got to navigate how to fix this. I’m an idiot.

Tl;dr: I accidentally proposed to a old lady instead of my GF and I got rejected on both fronts.

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