I met my fiance, Bill, online; at the time, I was living in Los Angeles and he was in Washington, D.C. He had many college friends out here and a few weeks later, decided it was time to visit them (which gave him an excuse to come meet me). We arranged to meet on the southern end of the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica, in front of the a topiary dinosaur fountain. Needless to say, it was quite a meeting, and quite an evening. Three months later, Bill packed up and moved to L.A.
Before he left for the cross-country drive, I sent him a care package of mix tapes, snacks, and a box of Sweeheart Candies (the ones with the little sayings on them) because he was going to be on the road on February 14th.
We have now been together for over six years. We’ve been talking about getting engaged for a while, and I knew the "moment" was coming soon, so I told myself not to expect anything really special in terms of a proposal. I had a feeling it would be anti-climactic after all this time.
We were both so busy around Valentine’s Day this year that we decided to postpone it a few weeks. When we finally re-scheduled, we thought it would be nice to spend the evening at the Third Street Promenade and eat dinner at the same restaurant where we dined that first fateful night. As we walked by the spot where we first met, Bill stopped me and asked if I remembered the care package I sent him all those years ago. I told him I did. He said, "Well, I saved something from it," and promptly produced the empty box of Sweetheart candies. Something rattled in the box, and I looked in to see that there was one candy left. I pulled it out but couldn’t immediately read the writing since it was so old and blurred. After a few seconds, I figured out that it said MARRY ME.
I was suddenly so nervous that I did something on impulse: I popped the candy into my mouth and ATE IT.
Bill was totally shocked and didn’t know what to do next. He didn’t expect me to turn his proposal into a snack…especially one that he had planned since shortly after we met! I pulled the candy out of my mouth, hoping to be able to save it, but the MARRY ME was already gone.
Fortunately, he had a ring handy and popped the question himself. The ring was actually from a jewelry store, Todd Bracken Jewelers, located about 10 feet away.
We kissed and enjoyed the moment, and thanks to the candy, the kiss tasted extra-nice. Turns out that Bill had the candy and its box stored neatly in a Ziploc bag, hidden from me all these years. It survived three different moves! I felt a little sad that the candy heart itself was gone, but in the end glad that we have the funny story to tell.
Los Angeles, CA