An engaging story (pun intended)

Once upon a time I was broken. (This was before I had even considered being anything other than straight) My ex girlfriend Rachel had just dumped me for like, the 4th time (We’ve since gotten back together and broken up 7 more times, but that’s not important.) She had suggested me being polyamorous with her and her boyfriend Jacob, (Known here as Lord Dragon at the time, though he may have changed his username since then) and when I declined, she dumped me. She had to be with just him, or with me and him... not just me. Well I couldn’t bring myself to trust her again for several weeks. In the meantime, I took her advice. I was dating two girls at once, and I told each one about the other... though neither of them was quite happy. Then I noticed in my friends list that there was a polyamorous bisexual (Like Rachel at the time, though Rachel’s now monogamous straight) and I was unsure of their gender. At that point I didn’t even care, and I decided to label myself bisexual. (This was before I had discovered asexuality, and the romantic spectrum under it) So, I found out he was a man, and I was with two girls and one guy. New to bisexuality, I was more inclined to like girls. Anyway, we began to form a strong bond, and I was writing some story based on Scratch21 (Called Twenty One Scratches) which I put in a group that got me some positive feedback for it. I fell in love with one of my fans (Kat, AKA Shy Flutters) and then I did something stupid... I cheated on her... with Rachel. Yeah, I know, I shouldn’t have given Princess Ra Ra a... 5th chance, but I did, and that screwed up my relationship with Kat. She doesn’t even trust me as a friend anymore. After Rachel dumped me for the 7th time, I decided to renounce polyamory, and become monogamous again. This one guy though... I was so afraid of hurting everyone that I never wanted to get into another relationship again. (This was all in the window of 2017) Now, in 2018, knowing about asexuality, I was able to discover that I’m not bisexual, but biromantic asexual. I had dated a couple of other people inbetween (not at the same time, of course... I learned my lesson there) and I realized none of them were right for me. Rachel and I dated for the 11th and final time... she left me... I was heartbroken... again. And I talked to a few friends and I eventually got over her. Then this guy, the one who let me discover I was not straight, came back into my life. Of course, we had both missed each other, and were more than happy to reunite. We got back together just now, and, as the title implies, there’s a pun about engagement in this blog. I proposed to Chill Sweet and at this moment I’m still waiting for an answer.