The Proposal.

Last week, I asked if you all would like to share with me your proposal stories.

And many of you humored me.  And I thank you for that.

I am currenty shunning Bimlissa because she did not humor me with her proposal story.  I feel that if I know a gal well enough to call her Bimlissa, when her name is actually Melissa, I should at least know her proposal story.

Un-shun.

Bimlissa.  I am excited about the upcoming birth of your baby.  But I can no longer talk to you.  For I know not how you got engaged.

Re-shun.

Ok.  Did I lose most of you already?

Moving on.

I am now going to share with you my proposal story. 

True.

Not one of you inquired about my story. (whatever)  But I will share it with you nevertheless.

For I choose to believe you care.

The Lumberjack, more commonly known as David, and I had been dating for almost a year.  We were 18 and 17 at the time, and of course knew everything and were prepared for everything the world would one day throw at us. 

 We had discussed getting married after I had graduated from college.  So, that would mean a 5 year engagement.  I was planning on going away to a college a couple of hours away from home.  We knew that long-distance relationships always work out swimmingly, so we determined our plan to be solid.

Or not.

We soon decided that the original plan was no longer agreeable to us and decided to expedite the process.

Why?  I can't recall.  But, may I remind you that we were 17 and 18, so I am sure our reasons were logical.

I was a senior in high school (gasp!) and so I was hoping that he would propose before I graduated.

You know.

So I could show off my rock to all the silly girls who hadn't yet gotten themselves engaged and were destined to become old maids.

But, he didn't.

Darn him.

I could have had a moment, Lumberjack!

I could have had a moment.

On our one year dating anniversary, I was determined that he was going to propose to me.  He had a whole day of funtivities planned, but all I cared about was that darn ring. 

Turns out I am worldly . . . who knew?!

Well.  I can't even remember all the things we did.  All I remember was that we were in his sister's car (?why?) and everytime we turned a corner, something rattled in the trunk.

If it were present day, I would know that the rattling was coming from the creature living in the trunk.

Interruption:  If you missed it, yesterday I revealed that there is something living in my trunk.  After an extensive investigation that involved me opening the trunk a second time, I have determined that there is a small colony of mice living in the trunk.

Wonderful.

 

But this was back in the year 1999, and David told me the sound was coming from my gift.

So, I was a bit miffed.  Because I knew a ring could never make that much of a commotion.

Turns out I was kind of a selfish brat back in the day!

Who knew?!

Anyways, out of nowhere, he drives us to a lake and tells me to get out of the car and into his parents' boat . . . which is conveniently waiting at the dock.

I told him he would be needing to get my present out of the trunk first.  But he didn't listen. 

So we hopped into the boat and he drives at breakneck speed to a little bay.  I cannot be certain, but I could make a pretty good guess that I was scolding him for being a little too reckless.

I am keen on safety.

He stops the boat suddenly in the bay and gets down on one knee.  The boat is rocking like crazy due to the fact that he brought it to a swift stop and created a massive wake.

Safety Check:  Should 18-year-olds be driving boats?

He starts his romantic speech.

I ask him if he can wait until the boat stops rocking so badly.

Again.

I am keen on safety.

He grabs my right hand.

I tell him to wait.

He pulls my right hand back, smiles, and says that I don't understand what he is trying to do.

I tell him I understand completely, but he is not doing it correctly.

Apparently, I am also keen on excellence.

He takes my left hand (thankyouverymuch) and then proposes.

I remember he said something really romantic, but I can't remember what it was.

Darn it.

But I think I have it written down somewhere.

Hopefully.

Then he drove me to a dock owned by a friend where he had rose petals scattered about, a blanket, candles, food, and wine glasses.

With juice, of course.  I mean, we can't be illegal.

I am keen on rules.

So . . . there you have it!

We got married one year later, after dating for two years.

And even though we got married young, I am glad we did and happy for all  our years and memories together.

Happy Tuesday!

*edited, to ease confusion:  The mysterious rattling in the trunk was something his sister had in there.  We may never know the truth.  I guess he had the ring hidden in his pocket or something*