Not all men are cut out for romance, but, for every man out there that doesn’t know a Gerber Daisy from a wrist corsage, there is a woman to love him.
I knew my boyfriend didn’t have a clue when he thought a romantic getaway was a weekend trip to the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, but being somewhat flexible, I relaxed and had a great time viewing different breeds of cattle and dodging cow patties. We had been dating for several months and somehow I knew that this weekend … he was going to propose.
After the rodeo on Saturday afternoon, we retired to our little bay side cottage, where we swam in the ocean until we were both exhausted and more than a little sunburned. As we crept up the beach to our cottage, all I was thinking of was a cool shower and a meal.
Stripping down to nothing, I padded to the bathroom, spun the knob for cold water and stepped under a stream of boiling hot water. My boyfriend responded to my scream and patiently listened to my complaint. He left and returned a few moments later and explained that apparently the water supply line to the cottage had been installed too close to the surface of the ground and had been baking in the sun all day.
"It’s hot water or nothing," he said, "I’m really sorry about that."
"Why? Did you install the plumbing?" I asked, laughing.
Later, over dinner, my suspicions about the weekend getaway were confirmed when he leaned across the table and took my hand.
"So, uh … what do you think? You wanna give it a go?"
I knew instantly what he was referring to, but I wanted a proper proposal.
"What … you mean desert?"
"No…" he grinned, and turned red, "I mean us."
"I thought we were giving it a go," I replied, and smiled.
"I mean, do you want to give it a try? You know … me and you."
"No … I really don’t," I said.
He sighed and reached into his hip pocket and withdrew a little black velvet box, and opened it, revealing a beautiful gold engagement ring, inset with a gleaming diamond.
"Do you want to see if it fits?" he asked, his eyes challenging me to push the issue. Naturally if I said yes, I was agreeing to marry him, and we both knew it.
I did say yes, and I did try it on and I admired it on my finger through desert, and still admire it now.
For some men, saying "I love you" is not easy. Asking "will you marry me," is downright terrifying. But, for every man out there that is romance challenged, there is a woman to love him.
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