It has happened to me now more times than I can count, hence why I've coined the term "Wife Fluffer" and loved it and hold it bravely over my head, or across my chest. Probably across my chest since I have huge knockers and it would get noticed there more... yes, across my chest... "WIFE FLUFFER." Anywho, it happens in every great dating gal's life when one of her beau's decides to get down on one knee and look lovingly up into the woman of his dream's eyes and ask that one question that she's been longing to hear. Only thing is, that person isn't you and you're the one getting the text message. Well, that's at least how I heard about my first major "pop off" (Definition: (1) to finish a sexual act with a completed orgasm (2) a very badly quoted term from "The Bad Girls Club" (3) propose marriage to some bitch.)
I will never forget the man, nor the moment.