My Proposal Story
Okay, so most of you who pay any attention at all to my blog know I’m a geek and I’m with a really great, geeky guy named Garen who possesses every character trait I desire. I’ve posted about him many times throughout the last year and thought it’d be nice to share the proposal story in case any of my followers is interested. Enjoy!
So I planned this great trip to Las Vegas to see Deadmau5 with Garen as his birthday present since I will be in school all next month and can’t do anything then. We walked around the different hotels a lot while we were there, sight-seeing mostly and some shopping. We happened to stop in at the Mirage, where Cirque du Soleil’s The Beatles LOVE show was held. We hadn’t originally planned to see the show, but Garen insisted on taking me because he knows how much I LOVE the Beatles and have wanted to see this show since it began. We got our tickets early that afternoon. That evening, I was ecstatic. The show was beautiful and impressive. I cried when it started - that’s how excited I was. I was a Beatlemaniac I guess. Anyway, during the show, Garen would reach over and grab my hand, or kiss me, or just tell me he loved me. Following the show, Garen suggested we hang back a little and let the crowd thin out a bit. He was quiet for a while as I rambled on about how great the show was and thanked him a million times and raved about how great the Beatles are. Then we wanted to have our picture taken in front of the wall you see in this photo. While we waited for the crowd to thin out some more, Garen told me how much he loves me, how much he enjoys being with me, things he looks forward to, that sort of thing. I didn’t realize this was a pre-proposal speech. I just thought he was being loving and sweet (as he often is). Well I finally got up the courage to ask this random Asian lady standing with a bunch of girls who looked to be her daughters if she would take our picture. She responded with an enthusiastic “Of course!” So as Garen and I are getting into position he says, “Alyssa, I need to ask you a question.” I turned my head toward him and said, “huh?” Then I saw him going down on one knee, hand shaking just a bit, and I saw the box in his hand. I was so surprised! He asked, “Alyssa, will you marry me?” I was so elated I giggled…and giggled…and giggled. Poor guy had to wait like four minutes for an answer. I just couldn’t help it; I was so happy. I reached to hug him and he stood up. Then I kissed him. Then I said, “Yes, yes of course! Of course!” Then he put the ring on my finger (we were both shaking). Then we hugged again. The people still around us were cheering and fortunately for us the Asian lady got pictures of the whole thing.
He couldn’t have put together a more perfect, thoughtful way to ask. :D
