A Day That Will Live In Infamy
Just watch:
Now, I debated using the word work "infamy" in the title of this post, but since Webster defines the word as an "evil reputation brought about by something grossly criminal, shocking, or brutal" I figured why not. As a man I cannot think of anything more brutal than having to walk off that court alone after being rejected publicly like that.
Of course now I am guilty of prolonging this man's agony by showing it to the 10 people who read this blog (and that is being generous). It has got me thinking though about how I proposed. I walked with Heather down to a small park, the park being somewhat symbolic as she was a 1st grade teacher and I was (am) still just a big kid who loves swings, slides and merry-go-rounds. I got down on one knee and proposed. Simple and sweet. I have no idea what I said. I know it was heartfelt, but more Hallmark than Emerson or Kipling. Now by some standards this would be labled as boring. Heather has as cousin who spelled out "Will you marry me? in a field and then took his girlfriend up in a Hot Air Balloon and floated over the field. I several thoughts about this strategy of proposal:
1) If she says no, there is no exit strategy. How long is that balloon ride going to seem after a rejection.
2) Your setting the bar too high. Are simple roses ever going to be enough after something like that?
3) Man that's a lot of work!
Well, Heather said yes to my simple little proposal and twelve years later I don't think I would change a thing.
Now, I debated using the word work "infamy" in the title of this post, but since Webster defines the word as an "evil reputation brought about by something grossly criminal, shocking, or brutal" I figured why not. As a man I cannot think of anything more brutal than having to walk off that court alone after being rejected publicly like that.
Of course now I am guilty of prolonging this man's agony by showing it to the 10 people who read this blog (and that is being generous). It has got me thinking though about how I proposed. I walked with Heather down to a small park, the park being somewhat symbolic as she was a 1st grade teacher and I was (am) still just a big kid who loves swings, slides and merry-go-rounds. I got down on one knee and proposed. Simple and sweet. I have no idea what I said. I know it was heartfelt, but more Hallmark than Emerson or Kipling. Now by some standards this would be labled as boring. Heather has as cousin who spelled out "Will you marry me? in a field and then took his girlfriend up in a Hot Air Balloon and floated over the field. I several thoughts about this strategy of proposal:
1) If she says no, there is no exit strategy. How long is that balloon ride going to seem after a rejection.
2) Your setting the bar too high. Are simple roses ever going to be enough after something like that?
3) Man that's a lot of work!
Well, Heather said yes to my simple little proposal and twelve years later I don't think I would change a thing.
What a story! I can't imagine how he got her out on the floor in the first place. She must have figured out what might happen.
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What are the chances that there is a really great-looking and nice young lady in the cougar mascot uniform that he gets to take out for dinner.
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