Tell Us About the Last Thing You Got Excited About

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

Life has a habit of throwing at us the same old reruns: replying to emails that multiply like rabbits, grocery shopping that feels like a low-budget sequel of “Groundhog Day,” and the eternal, unwinnable war against laundry. But once in a while, something breaks the cycle—something so thrilling that your heart starts racing faster than you chasing the dessert table at a wedding buffet.

For me, that “moment of madness” came wrapped in a cardboard box and sealed with an alarming amount of tape.

The Waiting Game (a.k.a. Modern-Day Torture)

I had ordered a sleek smartwatch for my partner—romantic, practical, and just techy enough to say, “Look, I’m thoughtful AND trendy.” The website promised delivery in “2–3 business days.” Now, if you’ve ever tracked a parcel, you know that “business days” are clearly measured on another planet.

I refreshed that tracking page more times than I check my hair on a good day. “Out for delivery” became my personal mantra. Honestly, I was more committed to stalking that parcel than I was to some of my New Year’s resolutions.

The Grand Arrival (and the Not-So-Grand Secrecy)

Finally, the package arrived. I was practically vibrating with excitement, like a toddler on a sugar rush. But fate has a wicked sense of humor—just as I began unboxing, my partner walked in.

I tried to act smooth and hide the gift behind my back. Let me assure you: no human has ever looked cool trying to conceal a pizza-sized cardboard box. I went from “James Bond” to “Suspicious Uncle at a Wedding” in half a second.

My partner gave me the eyebrow. You know the one. That universal look that says, “You’re definitely up to something, and I’m definitely enjoying watching you sweat.”

Chaos, Comedy, and a Cardboard Box

In my attempt to shuffle casually away, I tripped over the rug (classic move), dropped the box with a dramatic thud, and muttered something along the lines of:
“Surprise! … but not yet… You weren’t supposed to see this until dinner.”

Romantic, right? Shakespeare is rolling in his grave.

But instead of the eye-roll I deserved, there was laughter. The sweet kind—the laughter that forgives clumsiness, erases embarrassment, and makes you realize romance is not about smooth delivery but messy authenticity.

The Real Gift

So, I handed over the gift right there, amid the rug fiasco and cardboard chaos. And you know what? The smartwatch was appreciated, sure—but what really lit up the moment was the effort, the hilariously awkward reveal, and the excitement I couldn’t hide if I tried.

Because that’s the truth about romance: the best memories aren’t born out of perfect candlelit plans but from the chaos that goes sideways and somehow feels even better.

Final Thought

The last thing I got excited about wasn’t just a smartwatch—it was about turning an ordinary evening into a story we’ll retell, laugh about, and secretly treasure for years.

Because love, when sprinkled with humor, is like Wi-Fi: it keeps everything connected, even if the signal is a little messy.

Moral of the story:

If you’re going to get excited, get so excited that your clumsiest, funniest moments become the romantic highlights of your life.