People often do not get what they deserve. They just get what they get, and a lot of times, there is not a lot they can do about it.
I have had people, friends and acquaintances, ask me what she saw in me to me to make her say yes. I have never been able to answer this question. So on one of those days together, chilling at home sharing a bottle of wine on what she fondly calls our love seat, and catching a movie I put the same question to her. She did not even look at me, just sat there with a faraway look in her eyes and said: “I see something in you no one sees, a side that you do not show the world.” While that was not the answer I expected, it answered a question I did not even know I was asking: the question why I was still with her.
We had been going out for two years now and while some argue that it is not enough time to know somebody, I think you never fully know anybody. I have always hoped that when I see that someone I will know. There and then I decided to take the leap, hoping she would take my hands and help me fly. The alternative would be plunging headlong to… I don’t know.
I was going to ask her to marry me, and I would do it on Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s is an excuse to do crazy romantic things without looking stupid or raising suspicion. I read somewhere that the way a man proposes tells a lot about him. Personally I think that is a load of crap, but I was going to try and make it as special as I could.
I could plan for us to take a trip somewhere exotic. In-flight though, with the complicity of the crew, the Captain would announce my proposal over the P A while a crewmember brings the ring on a tray, which I would then go on one knee and offer her. I hope she says yes because another crew would be standing by with a chilled bottle of Champagne and two glasses. At this point she is free to cry all she wants while I catch as much of it as I can on camera.
Or I could invite her to meet me at a city I know she had always wanted to visit. The thing is I would not be at the city. I would be on the flight with her but sit away from her, ensuring the seat next to her stays vacant. I will get the Captain to announce my proposal over the P A while I walk to her, go on one knee and present the ring. I hope she says yes, because I would then take the seat next to her and have the crew pop and pour the champagne. Crying at this time is allowed, and I will capture as much of the moment as I can on camera.
Or then again, we could stay home and I would make sandwiches. Halfway through the sandwiches I would pull out the ring, go down on one knee and ask her to marry me. This way if she says no, I would not feel as crushed as I would feel if she says no with all those people on the plane.
No surprises; no pressure; best of all, not as much expense and scheming. And I would have still done the really important thing, which is, ask her to marry me.