As a little girl, I always imagined that phrase would come at me in some kind of romantic gesture ... the typical man down on a knee asking the question that I assume all girls dream of. But girls grow into women.
I was watching Suits, Mike was proposing to Rachel, and I realized I didn't have clear memories of my proposals. I had to think about my own.
The first time a man said that ... well, truthfully I don't remember it. I was 18, first love, and because of self esteem issues, I thought it would be the only chance at marriage. It didn't last.
The second time I was sure it was true love this time. We worked for the same company and he sent me an interoffice message --- a very early version of texting --- and asked me to marry him. At the same time he sent the message, a florist delivered a dozen roses. Awwww. It didn't last.
The third time, it was on a walk, we were almost home and he knelt down on the driveway and proposed... mostly because he knew I expected it, that I wanted something memorable. We were already living together. It didn't last.
Isn't it funny what comes to mind when you're watching TV?
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