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Our Proposal Story

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!"