The Wedding Proposal
Dave and I had occasionally spoken about our relationship and of the day we would get married and spend the rest of our lives together. I therefore always knew that Dave would propose to me one day in the future, but even though I knew this, I was still left extremely surprised and speechless on the night he did.
It was a just a regular Friday night, or so I thought. After what appeared to be a very long, stressful and frustrating week at work, Dave decided that we should both just go out to a great dinner to shake off some of the stress of the week. I knew he had a tough week also so I figured we both deserved it and should just go out and make the best of the night for both of us.
Dave took me to a very expensive restaurant that we normally would stay very far from given the price of a meal. I figured either he himself was really even more stressed than I had thought or he was just being the sweet guy that he is and was taking me to this restaurant because he knew I was very stressed from work that week.
The restaurant was located in one of the highest buildings in Boston, and overlooked the city. Our waiter had told us that they had mistakenly given up our reserved table to someone else and apologized. In order to make it up to us they would give us a little private dining room just to ourselves. This private dining area, he explained, would normally be reserved for special occasions. Dave who first appeared upset that his reserved table was given away, quickly agreed to us accepting the private room. He of course had planned it this way all along, and I was just unknowingly buying it all up.
It was such a relaxing and magical night, overlooking the city of Boston and beyond, enjoying a wonderful meal, all while spending time with the one I loved. What more could I have possibly asked for? As we enjoyed a few conversations I found myself looking at Dave and becoming more and more convinced and happy that I will be spending the rest of my life with him. At this point I still didn't have a clue he was going to propose. Dave got up and I assumed he was probably heading to the restroom, but instead he came over to my side of the table. Dave then took my hands into his, went down on his knees, took a shiny looking ring from his pocket, and then asked me to marry him.
I was so happy!!! I said YES!!! Then I started crying hysterically. For a few magical moments afterwards I couldn’t help but to wonder if I was dreaming. If it was a dream I prayed it would be a reality one day. After maybe pinching myself several times just to check I confirmed that it wasn’t a dream but it was instead a dream come through.
I knew I would one day propose to Emily since the day we first met. Over the years since we have known each other I had gathered all my information on the type of rings she liked and on the way she would like to be proposed to. I knew she wasn’t into anything overly elaborate and I knew she wanted it to be a private moment between us both.
I purchased her wedding engagement ring a few days in advance and started scheming of a plan to propose to her. Coincidentally, it turned out that Emily had a very stressful week at work that week. Though I felt bad for her, it was the perfect excuse for me to use for us going out to an expensive dinner that upcoming weekend. I called up the restaurant that Thursday afternoon and planned out my scheme with them. I reserved a private dining area for us, informed them of the special occasion and asked for their assistance to pull it off without alerting her. The plan was to make everything appear as though it was just another dinner, with no special reservations. They also agreed to admit to a mistake in table reservation, hence justifying moving us to a private dining area with a private waiter. It would take some great acting on their part and on mine to pull this off without her suspecting anything.
Things would fall into place and work like a charm, but only if I could compose myself and follow though. I got more and more nervous as the days crept closer and Emily was beginning to notice my strange behavior. I quickly explained to her that I was having a week of hell at work, something I knew she would easily relate to. After we both vented our frustrations I decided that we should just go out and have a blast that Friday just to get over the week and relieve the stress. She agreed and suddenly another piece of the plan was in place.
Friday night came and we were off to our dinner out in the town. When we arrived at the restaurant, I could tell she was happy to be visiting that restaurant. Only if she knew what was in store. Prior to going into the restaurant, I stopped off to use the restroom; this however was just a decoy for me to call the restaurant to confirm that the plan was still on and to advise them that we were five minutes away. I appeared to be very disappointed and somewhat upset when the reservation desk informed us that there was a mix-up in our reservation and that unfortunately there were no open tables available within the upcoming hour. As planned, I accepted their offer to make it up to us by upgrading us to a private available dining area.
Emily was very excited when we were taken to our seats in this private dining area. I knew she wanted us to be alone and just to enjoy a great meal to ourselves. Her eyes lit up each time she glanced through the large glass windows into the city and as she tried to identify different sites and landmarks. After what must have been one of our greatest dining experiences I decided it was time for me to do what I came there to do. I swore my knees were shaking and almost buckled when I got up from my seat, but I was able to make it to her side of the table in time before anything embarrassing like that happened. I quickly went down on those knees just in case, and then I asked her if she would like to spend the rest of her life with me. She made me the happiest man in the world that night when she said yes.