Emma’s parents came up for a visit. By this time Emma and I had been discussing our future together and unbeknownst to her, I had already purchased a ring. I was in the process of having this ring made, and was under the impression that it would not be ready for a while. One of the requirements we had both agreed upon before getting engaged, was that I had to ask her parents for their permission. I had only met them once before, but since they live in Orlando I had very few opportunities to ask their permission. Emma had arranged for the four of us to eat lunch together, and had told me that she was going to be a couple of minutes late. I had decided that if I arrived to the restaurant and her parents were there, it would be my only chance to ask.
I had arrived at the restaurant a couple of minutes early, and got out of my car just in time to see her parents walking towards the restaurant. I quickly scanned the parking lot for Emma’s car, and after feeling confident enough that she wasn’t there I joined her parents. We got a table rather quickly, and her mother shortly thereafter excused herself. This left myself and Emma’s father alone in a booth that was set for four, and I knew that if I was ever going to ask him it had to be then. The waitress hadn’t even taken our drink order, when I stammered through the sentence “I wanted to ask permission to marry your daughter”. Of course, then the waitress arrived for the drink order making for the most awkward interruption by a waitress ever. After Emma’s mother came back the three of us talked a little, and I got their permission to ask Emma to marry me. It is important to note at this time that I was under the impression that the ring was not ready yet, and told her parents that it would probably be a few weeks before I actually proposed.
Shortly after we had finished our conversation, Emma arrived. She claims to this day that she was well aware of what we had been talking about, but I like to believe that lunch went forward without her knowing a thing. Her parents left Tallahassee shortly after this, and I went back to my apartment to relax before an afternoon with Emma. It was at this point that I got a phone call from the jeweler; my ring was ready for pickup whenever I was ready. Anyone who knows me knows how bad I am at waiting for things. Instead of relaxing I drove over to the jewelry store, picked up the ring, drove back to my apartment, and quickly hid it before Emma had a chance to drive over. It was my plan at this time to wait until the perfect moment to pop the question…. But like I said earlier I am horrible at waiting.
We were watching something on television, and for some reason all I could think about was the ring in my room, and the conversation I had with her parents. We had spoken about getting engaged a couple of times, and during those discussions she had indicated that she would marry me with a twisty tie (the little piece of plastic you wrap around bags of bread to keep them fresh). It was then that the wheels in my head began to turn. I excused myself from the room to retrieve a twisty tie and the ring box before returning to the couch next to Emma. I turned to her and told her about the conversation that I had had with her parents earlier.
She claimed that she was aware of it, and smiled at me. I held up the twisty tie and asked her if she was still willing to marry me with a twisty tie. After she replied that she would, I got down on one knee. I put the twisty tie behind my back and pulled the ring box from my pocket. I told her how much she meant to me, and pulled the open ring box from behind my back. She looked down at the ring, and I asked her to marry me. She quickly accepted, and that was how it happened. It was the best April Fool’s Day ever! (By the way, if you ever want to get engaged on April 1st, be prepared for the following conversation:
“Hey I just got engaged”
“Yeah right, very funny, April fools”
“No… really…. I just got engaged”
“Wait what? Really?!?”)