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MY PROPOSAL

This story is a little about me and my best friend (my Husband). I just read a story about a ladies proposal and I laughed hard at myself. If I tell you how my husband proposed to me you will laugh and fall off your sit. For this he will propose every year to me, until we leave this earth. Haba! i deserve a better proposal na.
One evening my then boyfriend, now husband called me on the phone ( we lived in different locations of the country) one evening and we where talking and in the middle of our conversation he said "will you marry me" and continued talking like he didn't say anything. Some minutes into the conversation my ears remembered it heard something and asked him what he said, he repeated and I said yes. I couldn't sleep that night.... He came to visit me and brought the first ring that was big, and then the second one that got stolen, then the third one ( I have no idea where that went) and then the fourth that I love. While we where planning for the wedding, he decided to burst my bubble and tell me the exact location where he was when he proposed... Wait for it..... IN THE TOILET DOING NUMBER 2.
I could have shot him at that moment but hmm I decided to punish him by asking him to propose to me every year. Lovely punishment HUH! but it must cost him.....
 This is the story I read.........


He Gave Her His Art

George Aye, designer, 32, and Sara Aye, design consultant, 29, Chicago, Ill.

He: It took about two months to plan my marriage proposal to Sara, my girlfriend of three-and-a-half years. We're both designers, and I wanted it to be something that would slowly reveal the words Will you marry me? When a coworker put me in touch with the owner of an art gallery, I decided to stage a fake art show.


First I created it all with 3-D software. Then I made the letters for Will you marry me? out of foam core, using a laser cutter. I broke them into even smaller shapes, so there were about 60 pieces in all, and I stuck each one on its own piece of aluminum siding. The idea was to have the pieces at different heights, arranged seemingly randomly around the room. But if Sara stood in just one place, she could read my question.

I set up a video camera where Sara would be standing to make sure the letters lined up right; it took a full 40-hour workweek to arrange them. It was a nightmare! I really sweated. About a week before, I sent an e-mail to Sara and all our friends, saying, "There's an artist, Serge Gandaora, who's having a show on Friday called My Early Muir Owl." I played with words: Serge Gandaora was an anagram of "George and Sara," while My Early Muir Owl was a jumble of "Will you marry me?" The studio owner even enlisted an actor friend to play Serge during the show.

The day of the proposal, I texted a few friends, "This is a big day. I hope I don't screw up." I just wanted Sara to know how much I loved her.

She: At the gallery, after I'd chatted with people for a few minutes, George walked over and said, "My friend can introduce us to Serge." Serge said his artwork was "all about the intersection of text and space." I was thinking, I don't see any text. But just to be polite, I said, "Oh, wow, that's great!" Then Serge said, "If you look through these frames, you'll see the world differently."

Well, I saw these frames-like little rectangles-placed all around the room. I looked through one, but I just saw white pieces. Then George steered me toward a pair of frames, one at eye level and the other a couple of feet off the ground. The lower one was a vehicle for him to get on one knee! I looked through the frame, and after a second, I saw the word you. It was magical, appearing as if out of nowhere. I moved my head one degree and suddenly the whole thing just came together: Will you marry me?

The room had gone silent. Everybody was looking at me. I turned and saw George on one knee and I started to freak out. He was holding a ring, looking at me like, Well ...?

And I said, "Of course I'll marry you!"

It was amazing. I was crying, and I kind of fell against the wall. I remember thinking that he didn't have to work so hard to persuade me. I would have said yes anyway!

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