Will you marry me?

Today was an exciting day for me. My boyfriend and I were planning on dinner and a movie. Preparing for the date, and the time before the date was difficult with my parents. They decided that they were going to make a fuss about the fact that we already had plans and didn't want to change them at the last minute so that my boyfriend could have dinner with my family. To me it seemed very difficult because there was no menu, it was a last minute decision, and the fact that my boyfriend and I had plans and reservations meant nothing to them.

My boyfriend came over in his trusty chick-magnet to pick me up. We had the t-tops out and headed to the Macaroni Grill. Every time we go there I remember the first time we met. As we were eating dinner I was reminiscing about which table we ate at the first time we at together. We were laughing and talking about how we almost didn't meet (he almost left because I was 3 minutes late - I went into the wrong parking lot), how we felt (both were nervous), and how we have been together almost every week, almost every day we have talked together since we met.

After dinner my boyfriend said he needed to use the restroom and that I could wait outside for him. I almost didn't until I got a little chilly. So outside I went, to the same parkbench where we had talked for a couple of hours the first night we met. A couple of minutes later, after trying to figure out which side of the bench to sit on, how to make my skirt look pretty, and just watching the breeze through the tree leaves, he came outside. I didn't know he was approaching until I saw him in my periphial vision, down on one knee. "Miss A**** R**** C******, will you marry me?" My mind was in slow motion and overtime at the same instant. There he was, sincere as everything, on bended knee, with a beautiful solitare diamond ring in a box. I said yes, but it was a speechless yes. He asked, was that a yes? I knodded, said yes, and tried not to cry or grin too much. As to how the ring went from the box to my finger I have no clue.

We sat outside on the park bench talking about how our lives had just changed, what our future plans will be, and just watching the sunset. In retrospect, if I had been looking for a proposal and more astute to what was occurring, I would have been prepared because he reached under his seat as we got out of the car. I thought it was his cell phone, it was a ring box. But aren't proposals suppose to be a surprise to the girl? This one was.

We skipped the movie, instead heading to the park. A few phone calls "I did it, she said yes!" "Guess what, D*** and I are engaged!" At the park we slowly sank back to reality. We had to tell my parents and we both knew that they would be 100% against our marriage. We decided that since we both were over 33 years old that we wanted to get married this year, preferrably in September or October, so that we could have children before we are too old. We decided that he should tell Mom and Dad that we are engaged, he said he would be to the point, state that we are getting married, and that we would like their blessing. To tell the truth, I wish that we could have kept it a secret until we were married, I don't like their lectures at all.

The ride to my home was one that both of us wish that we could have avoided. We went in and together told my parents that we were engaged. My fiance :) did the talking, I stood by his side and supported him. Dad looked disgusted, Mom looked livid. My brother, who was at home at the time, was nowhere to be found. Dad refused to give his blessing tonight. It seemed that there was nothing left to say, my parents gave both of us a very ackward time of silence. Poor darling fiance, he said "Well, I guess there is nothing else left to say. I guess I will be heading home." I walked him out to the front, we talked a bit and he went home.

After he left, I received a lecture from my parents. I would rather not dwell on that. It was quite painful.