Purely personal, so don't email me, Old Man Murray,
bitching about non-professional finger flipping! If this is Brother Tim, please keep your
mouth shut about this until Kelly gets home...
...the Levelord, the Good and Humble, the hater of the
Dreaded "We" Pronoun, ...is officially engaged. Poor, poor Kelly... ...induced
and intoxicated amidst the romance of an enchanted evening of movies, Cosmic Cup dining,
and Mr. Bubble, ...said she would spend the rest of her life with me ;)
I really have missed the "other" half, and the
romance and all, the past five years. I thought I was satisfied with being alone and free.
No "we" pronoun... ...when are "we" going out, what are "we"
going to do this weekend, what are "we" going to have for dinner. I was wrong. I
like being alone, but not lonely. I was starting to think I'd end up like Aqualung.
I took Kelly out Wednesday night to see "The Sixth
Sense". She loves going to the movies, and especially the popcorn. I made all the
manly motions to make her feel catered and caressed... ...running around the car to open
her door, holding hands at every opportunity, asking how she was enjoying the evening and
if there was anything I could do more... ...the works, and it worked ;) Remember, I'm 41
now, she's not too far behind, and we've already lived together for 5 years in the early
1980's... ...this isn't just young love ;)
Cool, cool movie, BTW. I was expecting more horror and
scare factor, but the story and acting were very cool.
Anyways, we then went to the Cosmic Cup for dinner. This
is a great restaurant if you're a vegetarian and especially if you're an ex-hippie. Great
atmosphere and great food. I had been so nervous for two weeks, knowing that I was going
to ask for Kelly's hand, and the movie and dinner seemed to last for days as I wallowed in
anticipation.
We then returned to my, ...errrr, excuse me,
..."our" apartment for the finale. While she watched television, thinking it was
the end of a nice, simple-yet-romantic evening, I headed for the bathroom, shut the doors,
and proceeded to set the trap. Two candles, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and a tub full of
Mr. Bubble. We (caught it that time;) have an awesomely commodious Roman bath tube in our
apartment... ...extra wide and long, and it comfortably fits two.
Once readied, I swang open the door that leads to the
bedroom and displayed this final feather flurting. We sat and soaked for a while and I
then popped the cork of the champagne. I filled the two glasses and cautioned Kelly NOT to
taste it yet. Reaching around behind the tub, I grabbed the heirloom (Old English for
"Save the money for the house and sex toys, kids!") diamond ring and clumsily
put it on her finger. An awesome 1.6-ish carat chunk of condensed carbon, the ring was
originally my matriacal Grandmother's.
I can't believe how nervous and awkward I was. It was
like being a teenager again and asking that first girl out for a date. It wasn't until 30
minutes later that I stopped trembling and stammering. I had placed the ring on Kelly's
finger under the cover of the layer of bubbles and it took her 10 minutes just to gain the
courage to lift her hand out of the water to see the ring.
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Forgot to mention the best part of that last
evening's tail. Not quite a Dick Story, but it does add the extra "real life"
edge to my engagement announcement... ...Kelly and
I had been in the Bath O' Betrothal for about an hour when all of a sudden a loud pounding
came on my front door. It was 2am and my first thought was "Shit, the police are here
for a Cops bust and they've got the wrong place and by the time they realize it is the
wrong place they will have found something to make it the right place and...",
...like I said, it was 2am and the force behind the knocking was rather strong and
alarming.
I went to the door, barely covered by a towel, and found
that it was only my downstairs neighbor. I have never used the tub in my apartment, only
the shower. Evidently, when the tub is full there is enough pressure for the water to leak
down through the gasket by the drain. My neighbor now had gallons of water seeping into
her bathroom. Sure enough, when I got back, the tub was half empty of water. Kelly and I
hadn't noticed, I guess, because of all the swooning and such.
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