“I know how I’m going to propose to you,” my boyfriend teased, pressing the pad of his pointer finger on my nose.
I looked over at him, “What? Is it going to be obvious, like you plan a big trip or dinner, something we have never, ever done before or at least not often?”
“Nah, you’d catch on way too easily,” he stated matter-of-factly.
I nodded in agreement as he continued, “So, we’re at a big fancy dinner right, and I say, ‘Go ahead, order a bottle of wine…’
“But you hate wine!” I interjected.
“Let me finish. Okay, so I’m sipping on the wine and suddenly I cough and there’s your ring, all covered in wine and saliva.”
He guffawed for a few minutes. I waited until he caught his breath.
“Charming,” I scoffed, feeling one side of my mouth rise into a smirk.
“Well, the first plan was putting it on the bottom of the dirty dishes, so you find it all covered in food and soap when you washed them, but I didn’t think you’d like that too much,” he casually said.
“Also charming,” I yawned, rolling my eyes habitually.
“I know!” he jumped up, nearly grabbing me by the shoulders in his delirious self-pride, “What if I put in one real diamond ring among a bunch of cubic zirconia copies and said you could only pick one? Then, I would return the others.”
I responded, my voice sounding doubtful and sincere, “I don’t think you would tell me if I picked the fake one.”
He glared ever so slightly, “Would so – I wouldn’t be that cheap. Okay, so what if I said the real one weighed 1 mg more than 11 others and gave you a balance, but you only had three tries. What would you do?”
“Aha!” I yelled out victoriously, “I knew you would throw a word problem in there, somewhere! I would 1) Separate them into two groups of 6 rings and weigh them, removing the lighter bunch, 2) Separate them into two groups of three and again, remove the lighter group, and finally weigh two of the rings on opposite sides. The heavier one would be the real ring, or if the scale balanced, the one I left out would prove to be the real one.”
“Man,” he grimaced, “This is going to be harder than I thought.”
Sometimes, I think he makes proposal plans that only serve as means of amusing himself. If only I could propose to him instead…
If you’re married, please share your engagement story, or how you met your current significant other. I would love to hear more about your lives for a change!
