Is this really happening?

So, where should I begin? How we met? Roger Waters concert Dec 5, 2010. He came up to me after seeing me walk down the stairs in the sold out arena. I kept his number, even though the line he advanced with was quite bad, he's foreign, but I thought it would be nice to have a date when I get back to LA. So I move here on Jan 12 ish. We go out one night before school started, I find him interesting. He is a mad environmentalist and has passion for politics and poetry. I am still trying to figure out if he is hot and want to see him again. We go out during the first week of school. I'm really impressed this time with the conversation. I bust a move in his car when he drops me home. He asked me out to go to a super shissy restaurant in Beverly Hills for the weekend. I decline because I am going through the normal Shannon Bullshit about not being able to do school and why should I reward myself with fine dinner?
We got out to Mastro's the following weekend. He says he waited 10 days for that, he actually counted from the last time I saw him. Scotch's on the menu cost $30, I'm wondering if it is for a whole bottle. The piano man, who has been playing there 40 years and knows over 400 songs sings 'Have I told you lately that I love you' upon our entrance, he tells me that is his song. Hilarius. Dinner was good, the waitress was super cute and I can't wait to go back and ask her a few questions about my new man.. waitress' know a lot.

Rewind to today. I am completely in love with him and he feels exactly the same. I can't even begin to write here of all of the amazing things he does for me. A few examples? Brings me fresh citrus in the morning from during his LA freeway commute, set up plates of fruit and almonds (decided they would be better roasted, so roasted them) around me while I tried to study at his beautiful home.He wnats to own some land with chickens, lamas and goats, hates plastic, has no microwave and cooks amazing food. He shucked me a dozen oysters, his best friend and him only ate three of them! I am so having oysters at my wedding.
We've talked about marriage, I feel the weight of a ring on my finger.It's crazy. He wants me to move in and I told him not until we are married. Best part, no sex yet. He even said he could wait until our wedding night. I want to hold him to that. It just feels right so I am pretty sure we are going to rush in.. I want a ring and then I'll move in, wedding after school is finished.
He is so kind and smart too.He's an engineer who owns his owns a small company, a demolitian man who is so fucking sexy in his work boots and cowboy hat. I wish I could write about all of the details of amazing things that have happened, like when I woke up from being passed out at his house, notice a glass of water on the night stand and walk into his kitchen to hear him singing very loudly the line of Rumi in Farsi. That is the instant we fell in love. Him, because I said I didn't want to disturb his poetry and me because he said I was the climax of it.
I can't believe I found my husband and just knew it. You hear stories of this happening, btu never think it would or wonder if it will work. Whatever, I am going with it. I have nothing to loose to a Persian warrior who I am hopefully bringing to meet my family next weekend. Wow. I really want that ring.