I got tickets to the hottest concert coming to town, practiced what I was going to say
and took up meditation to calm my nerves
because the very sight of her always made me break into a cold sweat--
but the good kind.
The day came. I took a deep breath, went "ohmmm" and walked up to her.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," she replied,
"Say, I've been meaning to mention it to you
but I've been thinking that maybe we should go out sometime. What do you say?"
"Well, yeah, we should," I answered, a little startled,
"I've got tickets to the hottest concert coming to town!"
"Great! Pick me up early and we'll have dinner and a drink before we go."
And she was gone.
This was a pattern that was to repeat itself many times as the months went by.
Later, after much deliberation,
I decided that I was going to ask Jacquelyn what she thought about us living together.
I picked a quiet evening; we had takeout and were going to watch a movie.
"What's that, darling?" she asked.
"Jacqui, there's something I want to talk to you about.
I want you to tell me your honest opinion on this, whatever it might be . . ."
"You know handsome," she interrupted, rather rudely I thought,
"I have been thinking about something that I want to give you my honest opinion about.
I think that maybe we should get a place together.
What do you say?"
"That would be great," I told her, "That would be great."
Still later, after I came to realize that I couldn't picture life without her--
I bought a ring, arranged for a secluded corner table at a nice restaurant
and practiced, practiced, practiced what I was going to say.
The moment came.
"Sweetheart, I have something to ask you . . ." I began.
"You know darling," she interjected,
"I have something that I've been wanting to ask you too.
I've been thinking . . ."
I put my hand gently to her mouth to shush her and got down on one knee.
Not this time, I thought; this one time I go first.
"Jacquelyn, I love you.
It would make me the happiest guy who ever lived if you would marry me.
What do you say?"
She said yes and from then on I just let her read my mind unabated.
It works out fine.
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