The night begun like any other. We went to eat at our favorite restaurant, Colton's. It's not incredibly romantic, but I get my steak, so that's pretty wonderful. Then, we walked around downton, and rested on the bench where we had our first "moment." He claims he knew I was wondering if this would be a special night, so to throw me off track, he purposefully irritated me. He knows exactly how to push my buttons. Needless to say, I had a few ruffled feathers. Then, he took me to the UCA fountain where, amist a light drizzle, he knelt on one knee and asked me to be his bride. He pulled out the ring and placed it on my finger as I said "Yes."
We walked back to my car, hand in hand. I stopped, looked him in the eye and said, "Did you really just propose?!"
He said, "Yes, was it not memorable?"
I reassured him that he did it wonderfully, "but it was supposed to be in slow motion like the movies."
He kindly offered to ask me again in slo-mo, like Dory speaking whale.
Though I declined, it hit me how much my MediaChoices have influenced my perception of what a proposal should be like. Romantic. Perfectly orchestrated. No ruffled feathers. And it should be at least a 5 minute scene, 10 if he does it right.
Unfortunately, reality set in. I realized that "Will you marry me?" is a simple 4-word question that takes all of maybe 5 seconds to ask. "Yes." takes maybe 1 second. Throw in a few "I love you"s and some other gag-worthy phrases and you might have a 2 or 3 minute proposal. Maybe.
It is insane how much the media influences us without our consent. I've always expected a proposal like those of Disney movies. I didn't realize it until it didn't happen, but I always have. My expectations are definately not from reality. They are from a girl who loved fairytales. While I have my own Love Story (written by God!), I still find those fairytales intruding into my expectations.
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I wish this was facebook so I could "like" all your blogs. Hmmmm, future blog topic perhaps?
ReplyDeleteAnyways, as much as I wouldn't trade my proposal for the world, it definitely wasn't typical movie fare either. Maybe we should write our own movie, Hannah. Instead of Bride Wars, it could be Bride . . . Peace. . . .
We can work on the title later.
Haha I liked that you were confused too after the proposal. I hadn't really thought about it before your post but I think I had many of the same expectations so let me tell you my story. :)
ReplyDeleteWhen Jordy proposed to me we were in the car coming back from Little Rock, I can't remember what we had done there... date? a night with Stephan, doesn't really matter. Anyway on the way back he wanted to look at my senior ring with I wore on my left hand, middle finger. I thought nothing about it, we continue driving and get to the abs house ,where he was living at the time, and he was was like "well here is your ring back" and he puts this ring on my left hand, ring finger. And I was like "wrong finger" and went to move it to the right finger and realized... "wrong ring" and I just kept touching it confused in the dark so I turn on the car light and am still confused and I look at him and he says "will you marry me?" and of course I said yes, and laughed and hugged, and kissed. All while Justin Berg and some other guys were looking on from the Abs house door. When I got to my friend Nicole's house where I was staying she asked me all about it, and was annoyed because he had done it in the car and not gotten down on his knee to do the deed. (apparently they/she had planned it going another way) I guess like in the movies. Its funny. I think I like it this way though, despite my stupidity in the moment and his lack of traditionalism, it was very memorable. I loved it.