How to propose

In which I do something silly and unplanned.

Engagement ring

It began at Christmas Dinner when a throwaway comment started something in motion. I had been an item with Mrs G since the August after she had come over and spent a month with me. We had discussed spending our lives together and I was preparing to surprise her when she came over in Easter 2012. I had all kinds of plans to fly to New York and get on her flight to the UK and propose as a surprise mid-flight. Maybe even upgrade her to First Class.

Then as I left to catch my flight my Mum said to me:

Now if you are going to do anything silly I don’t want to know from Facebook.

My response is that I wasn’t planning on doing anything silly. Then as I spent 90 minutes driving down to Heathrow airport I got thinking, well if I plan to do the silly thing (get engaged) in a few months then why not do it now? I mean I rush through life at a hundred miles an hour so why was I waiting an arbitrary amount of time? So I made a decision as I sat alone in the car.

I was going to ask her to marry me.

There was only one problem, I didn’t have a ring. Or even the money for a ring. I hadn’t planned on doing this so soon so I didn’t have any idea of what I would need to do. I was not getting to the airport until 8pm on Christmas Day so would there even be anywhere open for me to obtain said item of jewellery?

After passing through security I set out on a quest for a ring by myself and not eight others, plus I wasn’t planning on destroying anything. Instead I walked through duty free in the hopes I could find somewhere to make my plan a reality. Thankfully there was.


So my plan to buy a ring revolved around going into one an expensive jewellers with no money. I started to worry that I would be proposing with an I.O.U or maybe some tender hearted sales assistant would feel warmed on a cold Christmas day by my plight and offer me some huge piece of carbon for the price of coal. I entered the store and prepared for the worst.

I found the counter with the traditional diamonds and gold and much to my sorrow noticed that none had prices on. If I’ve learnt anything in life is that if there is no price then I can’t afford it. As the assistant came over I was ready to be escorted out of the store or mocked as though I was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

“Can I help”

“Errr…yes, I am looking for an engagement ring and I think these may be out of my price range, if I tell you how much money I have can you tell me if I should just walk out of the store?”

“Don’t worry sir, I’m sure we can help. How much are you looking to spend?”

I told him a figure and waited for the look of scorn that I had wasted his time. Instead he told me to come with him.

He took me to another counter where there was a large selection I could choose from, they may not have had huge diamonds or made of gold but they were still beautiful. I found the design I wanted and got ready to pay. That was until the assistant asked:

“What size?”

I froze, I hadn’t even thought of that. I thought back to when we would go out and hold hands and how her fingers would feel in mine. I worked out which of my fingers was most like here and took a gamble. The ring had been acquired and now I needed to ask.

The plan was that I would do it when I met her at the airport, but nearly 24 hours of being awake, a cold and an eight hour flight had taken their toll. I was a mess when I got to Newark, barely able to talk let alone ask the most important question of my life. Added to this was how would she be able to drive back from New Jersey to Queens after being asked to marry me? It’s nervy enough driving across the city let alone with emotions running high.

I waited until Boxing Day morning, we were going to unwrap presents and have our own Christmas. I deposited the ring in my PJ bottoms waiting for the moment. We sat and opened our gifts to each other one at a time, me then her until we were all done. At this point I needed to think quick.

“Isn’t that a present behind you?” I asked.

As the soon to be future-Mrs G turned from me I whipped it out from my pants and held it in front of her. As her gaze returned to mine her eyes went wide with surprise, as if she couldn’t believe what she was being offered. It was all she had dared to dream about and there I was holding it in my hand and offering it to her.

What followed was ten minutes of her shouting “Oh my God” over and over again until I calmed her down and reminded her, that although I had offered her a ring and asked her to marry me she had still to say yes.

So even though her diamond isn’t huge, the metal may not be gold and it didn’t cost a month’s salary the story of her one ring is as valuable to us both as any price we could put on it.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take a Chance on Me.”

What’s the biggest chance you ever took? Did it work out? Do tell!

Author: geekergosum

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

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