The Thing
Nov 03 '00
My husband and I met in February of 1996 on a Christian chatboard on the internet. I was just looking for some electronic penpals around the world. I was hoping to get some information about unique and interesting places so that I could incorporate it into some of my lessons for my students at school. I definitely was not looking to get married. Not me. I had convinced myself that I was never going to get married. Little did I know what was in store for me.
After chatting on the internet for a few months, my internet friend asked for my phone number. Being the practical person that I am, I told him "no". Thankfully, her persisted and I ended up giving him the phone number. After many multi-hour long conversations, he asked if he could come from visit me in Orlando from San Antonio. I definitely was not expecting that. However, I agreed that he could come to visit.
We met face-to-face in December of 1996. Over the next ten months he made almost monthly trips to see me in Orlando. In September of 1997, we began to earnestly talk marriage. Talk about scared to death! That was me. My soon to be fiancee began to question me, "so, if you were to get a ring, would you want to pick it out or be surprised?". I told him I wanted to be surprised.
I come from a very traditional family. You know the kind where the guy has to ask the dad if he can ask the girl to marry him. I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not to accept any rings or answer any questions until my "friend" talked to my father.
My "friend" made a special trip out to Orlando in October to talk to my father so that he could ask me to marry him. Meanwhile, my "friend" had already purchased the ring. In fact, one of his sisters and his mom helped him pick out the ring, which he was calling a "thing". Every night when we talked, he would torture me telling me, "I'm looking at thing." This went on for what seemed to be months. Actually, it was only a month and a half, but it seemed so much longer.
I picked my friend up from the airport on Thursday. My parents had planned to have dinner with us at my apartment on Friday night. After which my father and my "friend" were supposed to have "the talk".
I think that was the longest twenty-four hours of my life. All I heard all evening and all the next day. "Oh, you are so close to the thing." and "I have the thing in my pocket." It was torture, I tell you. Pure torture.
See, I knew that my "friend" had the ring. I hadn't seen it. I was not allowed to look at it until he asked me the question, which I was not allowed to answer until he and my father had "the talk".
Finally, suppertime and my parents arrived. We ate. They talked. My parents left to go back to their house. The moment arrived. My "friend" sat me down on my couch and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. (I guess my dad said yes, huh?)
I joyfully accepted his proposal and he put the most beautiful ring on my finger that I have ever seen. Then he kissed me and collapsed on the sofa beside me. I don't think anyone has ever seen a more relieved man than he was once the proposal answered.
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