From ye olde blog archives
Proposal Story for Those (if any) Who Are Interested
February 15, 2008
Mike and I have been talking about getting married and actually making pretty solid wedding plans for quite some time. I just had to keep my mouth shut until he did the actual proposal. Keeping my mouth shut is VERY HARD FOR ME. I sort of subjected him to constant harassment in the form of “So when’s it gonna be? Huh? Huh? Huh?” Poor boy.
So he told me he was NOT proposing on Valentine’s Day. I believed him, because there had been times in the past when he said “I am NOT going to propose on X day” and X day would come and go, and I’d be all sad because I thought he was saying he was NOT going to propose because he really WAS going to propose on X day. So after going through that a few times, I learned a lesson to believe him when he said he was NOT going to propose. And then, in a clever maneuver of psychology, this time he said he was NOT going to propose on Valentine’s day, and then he DID propose on Valentine’s Day.
It was near the end of the workday when the receptionist came in to my office and said flowers were delivered for me. I, being a total brat, was like “Damn RIGHT he sent me flowers! This is Valentine’s Day! Bring on the flowers!” (I am a jerk) Unbeknownst to me, Mike was actually in the office, hiding in the receptionist area. He then popped into my office, and I was all surprised and happy. Him just showing up was exciting for me. He then gave me a present from his parents (a cute bear in a giant coffee cup). Then he gave me a little box of chocolates, with no hazelnut filled chocolates (I hate hazelnut). Then he gave me a card. The card has a male and female blow up doll on it, with the male blow up doll proposing to the female one (who looks disapproving), and the card says “It’s the thought that counts, Unfortunately, Vince was thinking cubic zirconia” So as I’m reading the card and smirking, he says “Do you know how much I love you?” And I’m like “VERY VERY MUCH” and then he got down on one knee and said “I love you so much that I want us to be a family”. Of course I was all shaking and grinning and silly.
Then, because I’m classy, I leaned back in my chair and yelled down the hall to a secretary, “HEY TERRI! GUESS WHAT MIKE JUST GAVE ME!!!”
And because I work in an office full of women, there was lots of shrieking and oohing and ahhhing and so forth. And then the boss let me go home early. Hooray!!
As we were leaving I tried to call our families. I got to talk to Mike’s parents and my grandparents, but no one else in my family would answer their f$%$%^& phones. I finally got through to my brother, but I didn’t get to speak with my mom or dad until after dinner. (We went to Bona Terra– easily my favorite restaurant in the ‘burgh– and had a delicious meal with entirely too much wine. I’m hurting a bit today). Mike had spoken with both of my parents in the last few days to get their blessings, and my dad was especially happy about that. My mom burst out into tears when I told her that we had already spoken with my Rabbi here, and yes, he would do the wedding, and yes we are having a Jewish (well, interfaith Jewish) wedding. She was bawling. I think that was her favorite part.
So yeah, it was a pretty damn good Valentine’s Day. I’m really excited about going home for the weekend now, because it means that I can finally talk about all this stuff with my Mom. It’s been killing me to have to keep it all secret from her.