Not every marriage proposal is right out of the movies. I think we can confirm that you really cannot trust cats.
My proposal to Kristi was not the romantic "will you marry me" moment either. Kristi and I loved to stay in Stillwater and Hudson at bed-and-breakfast locations while we were living "at 666 Sin Street" (we dated for 5 years before married). The "Mad Capper" was our favorite place to have drinks.
I waited for Christmas Eve morning to pop the question, so we could share the "let's see the ring" moment with family the next couple of days. I really should have called to see if the "Capper" had holiday hours! Turns out they did and didn't open for a couple of hours. I was in a panic. So I suggested we take a walk down that main street through Stillwater. IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE MORNING! Let's take a stroll in December?
So we walked by store after store. It was then that I realized just how many jewelry stores there are on the stretch. After making her wait 5 years to ask her, she would walk by a jewelry store and say, "well there's another store WE won't need to go in to!"
The whole time I have the ring in my coat pocket. Kristi's constant ribbing had me second-guessing this proposal thing. Finally, shivering from our "stroll", I walked her over to the entry of the "Mad Capper". Of course Kristi says, "Mike! They're not open yet!" I took a knee and proposed at the front, very locked door of the "Capper".
She said yes. I wasn't until we were in the car on 94....about 35E...when she realized she had given me so much crap about not asking her during our stroll.