Aimee and I had driven to her parent's house for her mother's
birthday. On the drive back to Albany, we got into a
"discussion" about why I had stopped talking about the
subject. After spending 20 to 30 minutes trying to
convince her that she shouldn't worry about it,
I finally had to confess that I had just asked for
her parent's permission that night...
In the mean time, I had reserved my timeshare week in Kauai
for the week beginning on Valentine's Day. Naturally, Aimee
assumed that I would be proposing to her there. Of course,
since we would be flying on Valentine's Day, we needed to
have a romantic dinner before hand. I had made reservations
for the two of us at Glenn Sanders Mansion, a very nice
restaurant in an old 1700's era mansion.
The afternoon of our dinner date, Aimee called me at work
to see if we could cancel our dinner plans because she
wanted to go shopping. I told her it would be fine, but
that I had to makes reservations MONTHS in advance and that
we wouldn't be able to eat there any time soon. As soon as
I hung up the phone, I had to call her sister, Emily, to
ask her what Aimee's deal was - this was the second time
she tried to sabbatoge one of my surprises!
Fortunately, there was a scheduling conflict so Aimee was
able to make it to dinner after all. We both got dressed
up, I picked up her surprise Valentine's Day present,
and we headed off to dinner. On the way there, Aimee was
trying guess what was in the bag. I wasn't giving her
any clues. Then she looks at me at asks, "Are you going
to propose to me at dinner?"
"Yes. Of course I am," I reply with a straight face.
"Thank God you're not," she says. "I don't want to be
embarrassed in front of all those people! So, when you
propose to me in Hawaii..."
All during the meal, she continued trying to figure out
what her surprise present was. She wanted to open it
before we got started, the she wanted to open it before
appetizers, then she wanted to open it before dessert.
This woman, I swear!
Finally, after dessert, I give her the bag. She opens
it and reaches in to find a box of chocolates. She starts
laughing because it is a heart shaped box with a picture
of a train on it that says "Choo-choo-choose Me," an
inside joke from a Simpson's episode. She puts the box
asside and starts thanking me for dinner. At this point,
I'm starting to get nervous. How do I get her to open the
box? "Baby, aren't you going to have a chocolate?"
"Nah, I just had dessert. I'll save it for work."
"But, I really want the caramel."
"Fine..." As she picks up the box and feels how light
it is, the realization of what's about to happen finally
sinks in. In her excitement, she tears the cover off the
box before realizing that she has to remove the tape.
When she finally gets the box open, placed neatly in
the center is her diamond ring.
She starts to cry and almost puts the ring on her own
finger before I say, "Hey, that's my job!"