(this is a portion of a longer piece I’ve written about our engagement)
The proposal hadn’t turned out exactly as Mike had planned. He had carefully thought it all out: a walk around the canals in Venice, CA, romantic dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant, preceded by the event itself – the proposal at sunset, accompanied by a love poem he had written. As we were sitting on a deserted stretch of Venice Beach watching the sunset, I could feel Mike gear himself up to start speaking. I had suspected for a while that tonight – the day after Thanksgiving – would be the night, and despite my feminist convictions, I admit I was girlishly excited to be proposed to.
Suddenly a man with a camera and his voluptuous girlfriend in a thong bikini came running out from the condos behind us and started frolicking in the waves right in front of us. As the woman splashed and bounced around in the surf, with her boyfriend taking pictures, I could feel Mike’s horror. He didn’t want to look at the woman, but she was hard to ignore, with all the squealing and giggling that she emitted. He tried to make small talk and not look in her direction, but I could feel him getting more and more tense. The sun was almost down, and he needed to propose! I could see him wondering why, given the nearly deserted beach, they had to pick the spot ten feet in front of us to frolic.
Eventually the g-string clad squealer and her boyfriend departed, and Mike was able to carry out the proposal. Of course I said yes. We had come to the understanding a couple of months ago – over the phone, given our long distance relationship – that we would marry in the summer. My mom had actually booked our reception hall the month before, since 2000 the ‘millennial year’ was rumored to be popular for weddings, and Mom was not going to let us get beaten out of a cool reception place just because we weren’t formally engaged…
Other highlights from our engagement:
* the rumor circulating around our families that I would attempt to avoid birthing my own children by bribing other young females in the family to be my surrogate
* a general consensus among family and friends that I was “too busty” for Mike
And so much more…
What about you? For those of you who have been engaged and/or proposed to, do you have any stories that stand out? Or any memorable stories from friends?