I thought Patrick was never going to propose. I had these off the wall concerns that I would one day be an elderly lady living by myself with 20 cats all named Whiskers.
It was a ridiculous worry, but it has always been in my nature to over think. It is not as if Patrick and I had been together for seven years with no talk of our future. We had only been together about a year when we began to talk about what lies ahead in our relationship, and we were both on the same page. We saw ourselves getting married to each other one day.
The unknown of the some day is what got to me though. Sure, I still enjoyed the time we spent together and would say that externally I kept my cool, but inside I was a complete basket case. There was one particular time where he asked if I wanted to go out to dinner. It was a random weekday, so this could only mean one thing, right? If you guessed that it meant our cupboards looked like Mother Hubbard’s — and there was nothing to cook — then you hit the nail on the head! Of course, my imagination conjured up that this was the night of the proposal. When I realized that it was just dinner then I became a little disappointed. One thing was for certain; I needed to relax.
So I did what any fiancé to be would do and gave myself a ‘pep’ talk. Get yourself together woman and be patient I thought. It was hard but I did my best to put my worries on the back burner. There were a couple times when I slipped up and watched too many proposal videos on YouTube. Oh well you will have that.
When the big night finally arrived, I really was not expecting it. It was late August and we had made plans to meet friends and family out at a local restaurant. It was the restaurant’s Mystery Dinner Theatre night which Patrick and I had been wanting to attend since we started dating. I was so excited and not because I had any clue I was going to be proposed to. No, the reason I was so eager to attend was because I could finally put all those nights of binge watching “Law and Order” to good use.
The evening started off with drinks around the bar. It was then that I should have been suspicious. His friends from out of town came in just for the dinner. Honestly, I just thought they were huge mystery theatre groupies because I mean who wouldn’t want to be? I guess it didn’t cross my mind because I never expected the biggest night of my life to happen at a mystery dinner.
Do not think I am complaining for one minute though. It was an absolutely fantastic evening! The food was delicious, the company was great, and the play was so much fun. The play was interactive and at the end all participants wrote down on a piece of paper their guess of ‘ who dun it’. This is the moment where I will commence the bragging because I was the only one- out of the whole restaurant- who guessed the culprit. It was a great moment for me.
What was an even better moment in my life is what occurred next. One of the actors addressed the audience – said a very special announcement was about to take place- and then gestured towards our table. Still oblivious to what was going on around me I heard my name “Allison” and I turned my head to look at him. “Patrick” I said in a matter of fact tone. Everyone laughed. What was going on? Patrick continued, “You know how much I love you and that I want to spend the rest of our lives together” then he proceeded to get down on one knee. Oh, I get it now. He pulled out the box, opened it up, and asked the four words I had been longing to hear, “Will you marry me?” I can only imagine how big my eyes got and pretty sure I asked if this was for real. You would think I would have been prepared for this moment but I was not. He even had to ask, “So is that a yes?” Of course it was a yes!
Everyone cheered as you can imagine and I glanced around the room. I noticed most people were holding tissue up to their eyes. I actually did not cry but this was because I was overwhelmed with so many, positive, emotions. For the next ten minutes there was a lot of hugging and well wishes. I, truly, did feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
Eight months have passed since the proposal and I still feel like the luckiest woman. In just a little less than three months I will be getting married to the man of my dreams. Sure, it sounds sappy- usually I cannot stand sappy- but this is the only way I can describe it.
If there is any advice I can give it is to “Keep Calm and Carry On.” This phrase is so true in this situation. The moment will come for you and it will happen at the perfect time and the perfect place. You will know it is perfect because the man who you want to spend the rest of your life with will be looking right back at you.