Ka-dumb. Ka-dumb.
“Jennifer?”
She was staring idly at the menu, fingers catching in her knotty hair. “Hm?” She didn’t look up.
Ka-dumb. Ka-dumb. Ka-dumb.
“Jennifer Whitison…” He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Jennifer Whitison…” His voice drifted off.
“Yes?” She said, unsmiling, finger spinning around the spaghetti and calamari dishes now.
Ka-dum. Ka-dum. Ka-dumdum.
“…Well, uh…uh…” I have to find a special way to say this. Not the straight out proposal. Something like… “How do you feel about rings?”
“Wha-?” She looked up, definitely confused.
And that is definitely, not it. Gah! No, no, no, no, no! I swear, this proposal sounded much better in my head. “I mean, uh, golden rings!” WRONG! The buzzer sounds. What am I doing? I must sound so dumb! Maybe I’m not meant to make proposals. Maybe I’m not good enough for her.
He looked hopeful, though his cheeks were ablaze. And what, what exactly was he doing with his spoon? He was scratching the spoon against a pimple on his forefinger. Now that was not what you do while proposing to a beautiful girl like Jennifer Marge Whitison.
Babumbum, babumbum. Babumbum, babumbum.
“Um, they’re nice,” she replied slowly, half-focused on the menu, half-focused on explaining. She yawned. “but I think copper rings are nicer. Celeste, you know, has a copper ring. It’s gorgeous. She got it at Mara-Lee’s Bargain Market…”
He didn’t hear the rest. His mind was whirling about like clothes in a dryer. He was starting to reach the frantic point. She’s not getting it. Head in hands, he slowly dragged his hands down from his face. God, Jonathan made it sound so easy!
“Harry, are you tired?” Her eyebrows scrunched up, concerned. “Do you need some Tylenol for your headache? I brought you some...” She started digging through her pocketbook, tossing things aside.
“Oh no, no, I’m fine,” He replied quickly, shaking his head vigorously. I wish. Maybe I should just hold this off…for later…
No!
“Um, er, I got that wrong.” Ka-thumpitythumpitythumpitythumpity…
“You got what wrong?” She was still digging through her pocket book. She’s not listening. She set the Tylenol aside, and took out a hand mirror and examined herself in it, making a ‘hmph’ sound, face fixed in an unimpressed frown.
He reddened awkwardly. “I mean, do you like rings with, uh, you know, rocks on them? Diamonds? I mean…”
Ka-thump.
“YES!”
He almost jumped. Eyes widened. Before he could stop talking, there she was, standing beside him, arms wrapped around him, face buried in his shoulder. She had dropped the hand mirror on the table. “YES! Oh Harry, I never thought…” She looked up at him, eyes shining with tears, face bright, and of course, smiling. And he smiled right back. I am most definitely the luckiest man on Earth. Without a doubt.
When the moment was finally over, he reached in his pocket for forgotten ring.
“Wait a moment.” Grinning, he asked, “Is it okay if this ring is gold? I mean, I can, well, uh, get you a copper one, but…”
“It is okay if the ring is gold.” She smiled.
And he slipped the golden ring on her finger.
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