Amy, Will You Marry Me?
A marriage proposal worth engaging
What do you do when you love your girlfriend? When you feel your Amy is Miss Right, worthy of cohabitation, even if it requires a half-million dollar mortgage?
First off, you discuss the future with her. Life as Mrs. Vota, legally bound to a highly visible, globe trotting uber Geek with an addiction to technology and transit foaming on the Internets and even the streets. Then, when she accepts your insanity, you go ring shopping.
But don’t tell her that you’re buying an engagement ring. Oh no, you do your best to fake her out. You bitch and moan about diamond prices, you defer ring shopping trips, you even question the whole idea of engagement rings until she gives up and stops pestering you.
Its then, when she least expects it, like a Ross family vacation to Fripp Island, South Carolina. And where she least expects it, like the Bonito Boathouse Restaurant & Sunset Lounge, that you pop the question.
Down on one knee, surprise engagement ring in hand, you ask her, “Amy, will you marry me?”
Shock, amazement, tears and a joyful yep of “YES!!!” will then follow. And that’s just her Mom and sister. Amy herself will be too choked up to move, only able to utter a barely audible “yes, of course, I love you.” And then you’ll be engaged.
The rest of the family weekend will be filled with intense sister/mother conversations around key topics like: When will the wedding be? Probably in January. Where? In Washington DC. Will it be a Platinum Wedding and will Amy go Bridezilla? No to both. Honeymoon plans? Hawaii in February.
And as soon as you re-enter civilization, where cell phones work and Internets reach, friends and family will be notified, confusion and bewilderment at the demise of Playboy Wayan will follow, hopefully caped by shouts of congratulations in the comments section below.