Sunday, December 30, 2007

The Gift

Last night I went out to dinner with my sister-in-law and my eldest nephew and his friend. It was a great deal of fun with lots of easy banter flying across the table. There was a young sitting across from us and the boy gave the girl a large present wrapped in Christmas paper. While she was opening it we were guessing what was inside. My sister-in-law guessed an engagement ring, I being the more romantic of the two guessed a coffeemaker. The boys both thought something in the electronics line. When she opened the box it was to dig through lots of tissue paper to find a smaller box wrapped in silver paper. Of course my sister-in-law got all excited, in large part because she was going to win our little betting game. She said she had her camera all ready. My nephew responded in horror with, "Oh mom, don't embarrass me. Besides, he's wearing a t-shirt. No guy is going to propose wearing a t-shirt!" The girl then opened silver wrapped box only to find a smaller jewelry sized box wrapped in beautiful gold paper with a gold bow on top. By then everyone around including the waiters were watching in anticipation. When she opened it sure enough it was a ring. A friendship ring! We had trouble containing our laughter. My sister-in-law groaned and said, "Well, that was anti-climatic." We all rather agreed. The boys because they thought a big huge box should have contained something exciting, not just some dumb ring! The girl did not look disappointed which then led the boys to look at each other knowingly and say, "They've been dating a week."

So what should a guy wear when proposing?

Hope everyone has a safe and happy New Year's Eve tomorrow.

10 comments:

Allison said...

Nothing.

Snap.

Too easy, too easy. ;)

Do people actual care about wardrobe in that situation? I don't really do grand gestures, suppose I'm the odd one out.

Happy New Year!

Toccata said...

Allison, I never even noticed he was wearing "just a t-shirt" until my nephew pointed it out. Happy New Year back. Hope it's a good one. Are you back in Newcastle now?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

That's a great story! I'm pretty sure I would have guessed a coffee maker as well.

I could not begin to tell you what to wear whilst proposing, as (a)I'm not even sure what a friendship ring is, how do you tell it from an engagement ring?, and (b) Jerry's proposal, if I recall, went something like "so, I dunno, do you think we should get married or something?" To which I responded, "I guess so".

Such romantics!

Have a lovely New Year, my dear! Will we be watching the Radiohead podcast at the same time? I'll be with you in spirit then.

Allison said...

I am. Thought there would be fireworks at midnight, but they switched to 630...well I heard them out my window at least!

Hope you have a good evening. :)

p.s. Barb, I love the story of Jerry's proposal!

Deb said...
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Deb said...

woops, I'll try this one with my eyes open.

I loved that...made me giggle. I would've probably guessed a ring too because I always think that way.

My ex proposed in his van on a night when we were out partying with friends. As I recall, he was wearing drunk.

Deb said...

Oh, and happy new year to you my friend.

xo

adriel said...

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oh and happy new year !

Toccata said...

Allison and Barb, my brother kind of proposed in the same way and then came home and announced it to my parents who then called Jean's parents to invite them over to celebrate. Jean told me she was taken off guard and thought, "Oh, this is real then!"

Deb, I'm trying to tell myself not to laugh, it's not funny but I'm sorry "wearing drunk" just makes me laugh. Sometimes the writing is on the wall!

Adriel welcome. I found your blog by a happy accident. I was clicking on "next blog" not finding much of interest and then your blog popped up and you caught my attention with your lines, "A simple statement. Neither Optimistic nor Pessimistic, with not the slightest portent of the dramatic chain of events about to occur." and I found I wanted to read more.

Johnny Yen said...

I once got married in jeans, biker boots and a leather jacket. I wore a suit to my last wedding.

I asked wife number 2 to marry me while we were grocery shopping; I could tell that she was on the verge of ending the relationship and wanted to reassure her. I was almost certainly wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

When we got married, I wore a tux.