How We Met
I met my fiancee the old-fashioned way, online. I messaged her on OKCupid because I thought she was beautiful and she had an adorable username (Happy Is My Default). Who wouldn’t want to be with that girl? She was only the third girl I had agreed to meet in person which is funny because we are always told that the third time’s a charm. It took a while before we met, Ariana and I exchanged 675 messages before we actually had our first date. I felt like I was already falling for her by then. This was a little nerve-racking considering I felt I was being blown off. She canceled the first two dates we had set. Her reasons seemed like things a girl would say to get out of a dinner party with her annoying friend: my grandmother died, and I got a flat tire on the way there. Imagine my guilt when I found out that the reason she canceled the first date was that her grandmother really did die.
Imagine how bad I felt for her when I found out that the reason she canceled the second date was that she got a flat tire driving back from her grandmother’s funeral. I was emotionally befuddled, I was elated to find out she had not lost interest, but I was sad that she was going through a tough time in her life. I arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes early without a hint of nervousness, I felt like I already knew her. We sat and talked until we were literally the last people in the restaurant. I knew I could love this person, but I had to play it cool. I played it so cool that when I walked her to her car and leaned in to give her a goodnight hug I didn’t realize that she was leaning in for the kiss. Her kiss ended up ricocheting off my cheek and we awkwardly embraced. When we meet people now she never misses the opportunity to tell them how I rejected her kiss on our first date. Damn it.
how they asked
I had the ring hidden in a binoculars box for two months before I proposed. Of all the boxes in the house, this is the one I felt she was least interested in opening. I casually told her that it was time we had another date night and that the restaurant I booked was business casual. She laid out three dresses for me to choose from and I chose the fanciest. She was worried she would be overdressed, mind you, she had no idea where I was taking her. She was elated to find out we were dining at Five Sixty by Wolfgang Puck at Reunion Tower in Dallas, Texas. The restaurant offers a 360-degree view of the Dallas city lights from 561 feet in the air. For a city girl born and raised in Dallas, it seemed like the most comfortable and fitting place to ask her something important. I secretly told the server I was going to propose to her before the dessert course. I went to the restroom so I could attach a lavalier microphone to my jacket and hit record on the recorder. I walked back to the table and told Ariana I wanted to take a quick picture of her, but I hit record and placed the camera on the table as if it had already served its purpose. I had no script, I had no plan aside from capturing the moment. I wanted to remember the moment but not produce it. Of all the things I said, the words I remember most are “I am sick of being your boyfriend, I don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore.” I don’t think there was anything I could have said that summed up how I felt about her better than proclaiming that being her boyfriend wasn’t enough. I wanted more than that. I wanted HER more than that. In the end I asked the girl that I love a question and she said yes. It seems so simple. There are a million ways to ask this question, you can make it as complicated as you like, but choosing the person you ask, that should be the simplest decision you ever make.