Romanticisms. The Song: Part 1 (a story)

So, I want to tell a cute story, but I feel that the funny prelude to it needs to be told first.

That's this post.

My dad is rarely the romantic type. For example, when he was dating my mom and they were talking seriously about marriage, he took her ring shopping. Not too bad, right? So they're looking at rings and things and she points out one that she likes.

The ensuing conversation went something like this:

"So this is the ring you like?"

"Yes."

"Ok."

 *my dad buys the ring with cash right there.*

"I'm not going to wear that out of here you know."

"Well you can't. I haven't asked you."

And so they walk out, my mom with perfect knowledge of the ring she is getting and that he has it.

The next step, of course, is for him to propose. He wants her to take her to dinner somewhere nice and ask her there. He wants her to like the place they go to. He asks her, "So where do you want to go to dinner when I propose to you?"

Very subtle.

My favorite piece is how he asks her. She gave him the name of a restaurant. They go there. They're sitting at the table. At some point, my dad reaches into his pocket and brings out the ring box. He slides it across the table to her and asks her to marry him.

She asks, "Aren't you going to get down on one knee?"

So he gets out of his chair and gets down on one knee and asks again. She says yes. Everyone who hears the story says its a miracle that she did.

That's my dad's reputation for being romantic.

So here we are 23 years later. My mom and dad are still very happily married, and my dad has a crazy idea. A crazy romantic idea....