And There Really is a Fairytale . . .

It's funny how things work out.

Once upon a time there was a jaded single chick, living in the middle--struggling with bills--and dating NYC.  Then . . . then came a Halloween party with her as the Queen of Hearts.  A crew of people joined as Alice in Wonderland, and along came a March Hare.  He fell for her, as he says.  She wasn't sure how she felt about him . . . as she was seeing--or trying to--other people.  Though, she thought he stalked her Facebook page a bit too much.  That was October.  She went back to the layers of NYC.  He stayed in Manassas . . . home of the Confederacy.





He sent her texts and messages passed.  Then, for New Year's, they went to the Outer Banks with a group of friends for the weekend.  In short, a timeless, classic, and storybook beach romance occurred, with walks along the shore and his chipper black lab in tow.  She went home, he did too.  Well, on her way back to NYC she stopped to say hi.
Then . . . on Friday the 13th, of January, they went for a drive and a day hike.  As his tiny truck climbed the mountain, and slid on the ice, she read the New York Times on her phone.  He yelled, "What are you doing? We could die here!" She said, "You've never been in a car with my Dad, in West Virginia.  This doesn't scare me.  Besides, if I die reading the New York Times it will be okay."

When they got to the top, his white knuckling the steering wheel and all, they climbed to Woodstock Tower.  As they ascended the steps up, the wind grew brutally cold.  She turned to look at him, and he said "I've got a little fear of heights." Oh . . . well, she didn't think any more of it.  Then . . .

Then, while standing looking at the seven turns of the Shenandoah River he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him.

Her, being jaded and overcome with the view, thought he was on one knee from fear of the height.



They climbed down.  Hiked part of the Blue Mountain Trail, ate at a greasy dive, saw some friends, and at ten o'clock she sat down on the back deck with that no-so little black lab.  Jumping and screaming occurred, as she finally realized and yelled "YES" to the entire neighborhood.  Seven hours later.

And that, my dears, is the tale of how a jaded chick ended up with a storybook proposal.  Perhaps those romantic comedies weren't too far off after all.

May 18th is not too far away.
Location: New York, NY, USA

Comments

fightingcomet said…
:DDDDDDDDD

At least you said yes...I asked if Will was serious and then told him he had to put the ring on my finger. I didn't even say the word yes! XD

Congrats! When you find the one, you find the one. :)
May 4, 2012 at 2:59 PM
Libby said…
I am so sorrrrrry I missed this post way back when. Congrat-u-freaking-lations. This is a beautiful story. Will you be purchasing a golden retriever pup ;)

All the best to you!
July 8, 2012 at 4:45 PM
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