Deluded

This is the word that describes me on the weekend away I have just had with the Fella. Let's just say, (embarassing as it now will seem) that I had convinced myself he was going to propose to me while we were away in The Lake District to mark the anniversary of our first date.
I think it's quite fair to say my conviction was not wholly unfounded. In the time we have been together, he has actually said the magic 4 words (will you marry me) but never actually SAID them said them if you know what I mean. No ring, no down on one knee, no asking for the Father's hand blah blah blah. It's like he's ensured I know he's interested, but he hasn't done anything to lock down the deal so to speak. Also, about a year ago, he's said he thought we would be engaged within the year (bah!). He also started surrupticiously asking me what my favourite gem stones were recently while I was in a conversation with his mother about jewellery. Hmm...clues indeed. Or so I thought.
Ok, so it got to the anniversary day, & we were away in the Lake District. I had gently dropped hints that 'now-would-be-a-good-time-to-do-it' what with the perfect scenery, "Have you ever been to such a perfect place as this?" & "Isn't this place good for the soul" etc. Nothing.
I gave him an album that I'd spent months carefully making, consisting of trinkets & photos of the things we had done together in the last year. I thought giving it to him early in the day might hurry things up. Nothing doing. Infact, I saw definite signs of panic in his eyes as he had clearly forgotten any token gesture at all. Not good. Anyway, a few hours later & suddenly he seems to have cheered up. "I have a surprise for you later" he said. Excellent, I think at last he is going to get a ring on my finger. He suggested that we go up to a nearby viewpoint later that evening to watch the sunset. "Finally" I thought. I subsequently spent the afternoon thinking ooh I must rememeber this so I can tell people what I was doing on the day I got engaged. A joint wedding even popped into my head. (My brother is proposing to his GF at Christmas). Deluded, yes?

Anyway, it turned out that the surprise was a bottle of champagne that he had obviously panic-bought from the hotel bar earlier in the day. I was so disappointed I accidentally broke one of the champagne flutes he had borrowed from the hotel. This didn't help matters, as he got a bit annoyed with me. At some course over the day he had managed to procure a Happy Anniversary card. I read the words which were quite sweet, but were clearly beefed-up in terms of romantic soppiness because he hadn't thought of anything else romantic to do. I felt a bit teary eyed about the disappointment but I think I managed to successfully & believably feign it off on the lovely words in the card. Humph. I felt like a prized moron. Worse still, when I got back to the hotel for dinner, I accidentally saw on the wine list that the champagne he'd bought was the cheapest on the list.

So, there we are. Deluded I would say is quite a fair summation, yes?