Popping the question

Tell Me Your Story Tuesday



My current work in progress is non-suspense romance. It was a nice change to write about love that didn't involve the characters standing over dead bodies or fleeing for their lives.
I wrote most of the story as a NaNoWriMo last year. I made over 50,000 words, but I didn't actually finish the story. This week I added about 4,000. Two of those words were THE END. Of course, I know it isn't the end. I have rounds and rounds of revision before me, but right now I am basking in the "completed story" glow.

So, in celebration of the two proposals in the story. I want you to tell me your story! How were you proposed to? Or did you do the proposing? What would be your idea of the PERFECT proposal?  

Here is my story:


The week before school was to start in 1998, I was helping a friend set up her classroom. I stayed late and chatted with her knowing that my then-boyfriend, would work until 5:30 or so then wait until at least 7:00 to head my way to avoid rush hour traffic.


I arrived at my apartment to FIVE messages from Scott on my answering machine asking if I wanted to go to dinner.  They started out casual:
"Hey, got off early today. Thought we could go to dinner. Call me at my parents' house."

and progressed to: 

"Where are you? I am starving. Let's go eat. Call me."


I remember saying aloud, "Good grief, if he's that hungry why doesn't he just get something to eat."


But, I called him at his parents' house (which was much closer to my apartment than his apartment was at the time) and offered to meet him there.


When I arrived he was acting very strange and barely even hugged me. I found out later, it was because he had the ring in his pants pocket and was worried I would feel the box. We went to Outback Steak House (which is funny because it is not a favorite for either of us). 


Right after we ordered our drinks, I remembered all the dust I had been touching all day and excused myself to wash my hands. When I returned and lifted my napkin from the table, a small box was under it. 


I remember staring at it, wondering how it got there. Scott reached across the table and took my hand, "Aren't you going to open it?" he asked. I just shook my head. He opened it and said some words (that honestly I don't remember) but I heard the important ones. 

"Will you marry me?"


Obviously, I said, yes. 


This proposal wasn't exactly a surprise. He had already asked my Dad (who thought it would be hilarious to make me think he had told Scott no).  You can read about that experience here.


It wasn't what I would consider his most romantic gesture ever. You can read about How He Won My Heart with a Hammer here.


But I can tell you, almost fourteen years later. I would still say yes.