No, not the Sandra Bullock movie.
Which, incidentally, could have been ripped right out of a movie script.
No, not a sweet romantic Julia Roberts movie.
More like an Adam Sandler movie.
During college summers, I packed up and went back home and interned for an architecure firm.
Andy, however, stayed in our college town and interned there.
So, ironically, we were split up again, albeit temporarily.
Anyway, one Friday night in August, Andy drove the 200+ miles home to hang out.
Except that he called Friday to say he couldn’t come over because his mom was in a lot of pain and needed to go to the ER.
(Turns out she had gall stones, so I guess she gets a pass on this one…).
Saturday night we had plans of some kind, although I couldn’t tell you what they were anymore.
And then he was leaving Sunday morning.
So really, Saturday DAY was the only time we had to hang out just the two of us. Got that? K.
Remember, it was August.
In Southern California.
And incidentally, it was also a heat wave.
I happened to be coming down with a migraine.
But because I hadn’t seen Andy in a few weeks, I agreed to a lunch at Ruby’s Diner.
The cool air conditioning and a cheeseburger sounded good.
And might help with the migraine I could feel coming on.
Andy was acting a little weird. But I didn’t think much of it.
In fact, I just thought I was being overly sensitive since my head was starting to pound.
He wanted to sit *next* to me in the booth…as opposed to across from me.
Normally, ths would be fine, but remember, I was feeling crummy and canoodling was not appealing to me.
Then, he let me order my own milkshake.
Remember, we were still poor, mac & cheese eating, college students.
So, getting my own milkshake was unusual.
And I distinctly remember being surprised by it.
But I was jazzed that I could order strawberry instead of sharing a chocolate and figured he was just being nice since we hadn’t seen eachother and he knew I wasn’t feeling well.
Well, lunch wasn’t helping my headache and it was getting worse, so I told him I wanted to go home so I could lay down.
He said no…he wanted to go to Our Bench.
Now, I have to explain:
Our Bench was located in a park. At the top of a hill. And at night, you could see the city’s twinkling lights.
Which, so happened to be one of my favorite things ever.
And we would often sit on this bench and talk while looking at the lights.
But this was the middle of the day.
We had never been to Our Bench in daylight.
There was no point.
Besides, it was hot.
And Our Bench was a solitary bench atop a hill…
a treeless, shadeless hill.
We wouldn’t be able to see anything.
And it was crazy hot.
That was a stupid idea.
I had no interest in going.
And relayed all of this information to him.
Because my headache was really ramping up by now.
But he insisted.
And I sighed and agreed begrudingly.
Actually, I don’t think I agreed.
He just wouldn’t listen.
So, we drive over to the park…located in a ritzy-ish neighborhood.
Turns out, that during the day, they have a day use fee.
And, we were (and still are) very much ATM people.
Finding cash in our presence is incredibly rare.
I breathed relief from the passenger seat because this meant I could go lie down and not sit on a stupid park bench in the middle of a 104 degree day.
Andy was determined.
But he wouldn’t let it go.
So, he parked in the neighborhood…
…and we JUMPED A FENCE
HIKED UP THE BACKSIDE OF THE HILL
IN 104 DEGREE HEAT
WEARING FLIP FLOPS
By the time we got to the top of the *stupid* hill, I was sweating like a hog, my head was pounding, I felt like I was going to vomit from the pain, I can’t imagine what I smelled like, my hair was plastered to my forehead…
…and my feet were all gross and dusty.
We got to the top, I plopped down on the hot bench, burning the back of my legs, and promptly asked if we could just go home because this was the stupidest idea I had ever heard of.
And I didn’t stop there.
I just kept right on.
My brain felt like it was about to burst right out of my skull.
I was getting shaky.
And my feet were all dusty and dirty.
And that’s just a gross feeling.
He tried to cozy up to me, and I snapped:
“Get away. It is WAY too hot to be hanging on me.”
And I scootched over and sat in my stinky, sweaty, dusty glory and glared over at a kids baseball game going on in the distance.
I swore to myself that I would give this 10 more minutes and then I was going to trudge back down this stupid hill whether he followed me or not.
Besides, the only view we had?
A disgusting layer of Los Angeles smog hanging over the city.
Adorned with little ripples of heat.
You know it’s hot when you can SEE it.
I ignored him.
He tapped my knee.
I reeled around.
And he wasn’t sitting next to me.
I was confused.
But only for a split second.
Until I realized he was on his knee.
I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
To this day, I cannot believe he went through with it.
I was hideous.
In fact, probably more hideous than I had ever been to him.
I couldn’t belive that HE wanted to marry ME.
After all of my theatrics!
I stared at my dusty dirty feet.
I could feel the sweat dripping down my back.
But my head didn’t hurt anymore.
Both for joy and embarassment.
I said yes.
He laughed at me.
Chided me for ruining our Moment.
Teased me about my nasty feet.
And then took me home for some ibuprofen.
Later he told me that he had plans at a fancy restaurant and was going to propose over dinner.
But his mom’s gall stones ruined that idea.
But he was too anxious and didn’t want to have to wait three more weeks until we would see eachother again.
So, Our Bench in the middle of a 104 day in August was his only option.
9 years later, I can honestly say that I **LOVE** our proposal story.
Had he proposed at a fancy restaurant…
it would have been an anomoly in our otherwise crazy life.
We aren’t serious, romantic types.
We are a goofy, unscripted, water fight loving, random text messaging, teasing kind of couple.
Having a proposal that went horribly sideways…
is just too perfect.
To this day, we laugh about it.
How even then, God was preparing us to be unprepared.
How we should have taken that as an Omen for our future together.
Where nothing would go according to plan…
but it would all work out in the end…
and it would be a fantastic story.
I WANT TO HEAR YOUR PROPOSAL STORY!
If you have a blog, do a proposal post and link back up here!
If you don’t, post a comment telling me!
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