Post by HMARK Center on Dec 29, 2017 12:43:12 GMT -5
One of my brother's best friends has an older brother who reached out to me to help him with a marriage proposal: he wanted to propose to his girlfriend in Manhattan, knew I was a trumpet player, and asked me to stand on a street corner near the "LOVE" art installation (you know, the one where the "LO" is stacked on top of the "VE") and act like a street performer, only to break out into "All You Need is Love" once they got to the corner the installation is at. The timing went pretty well, people walking by clapped, and he ended up slipping me a few bucks when all was said and done.
I saw a guy propose to his girlfriend on stage during a production of Grease. And not a small town 'five people saw it' type of deal, it was a major production in a capital city. She said yes, (what else can you do in that situation), but I felt awful for her. No one should get proposed to so publicly.
Post by zrowsdower on Dec 29, 2017 15:55:14 GMT -5
Then Blake added, "I've never allowed anybody to ask me the questions that you're asking. I allowed you to do that because I trust you. And I would have assumed that you and that guy in your ear would trust me. And if you don't, then we'd better start talking about 'The Little Rascals."
Post by The 1Watcher Experience on Dec 29, 2017 16:38:15 GMT -5
The title said a romantic gesture. This isn’t a proposal story but this situation took a hard left. I worked with this guy that I’ll refer to as Tom. Tom’s girlfriend showed up at work one night with all these plastic containers. She came up to me asking where Tom was. She told me she knew Tom had a rough day before he headed to work and she made him a nice home cooked meal for him. She wanted to surprise him before he went to break. The hard left is that Tom never showed up for work. I had to tell her that and I felt terrible. I didn’t know why Tom didn’t show up either. She took the news surprisingly well. I found out Tom was ditching work to hook up with her cousin behind her back a few days later.
It was a warm evening with that feel of magic in the air.
Myself a shy and unrequited alien cat along with my 3 friends cautiously approached the pizzahut with a young, almost innocent sense of wonder.
The vigours of 2 games of ten pin bowling had taken their toll. But no ones pride would allow their head to bow.
The doors opened as if bound by fate and we entered.
The waitress was there, as if fate demanded it and standing proudly behind her podium asked "Can I help you?" Was it a hint of flirtation I sensed from her? No! she was just doing her job. But no one could ever deny that she wanted us there, wanted to take.... our order.
My friend, far bolder than I dared be asked "What are the specials today?" He was never shy and his chest heaved with manly vigour as he formed each word.
Without pause and with a tinge of excitement in her eyes she proclaimed "We have something new. Its called the works".
What could this mean??
"All the pizza, pasta and salad you want"
There was silence. We all knew want it meant. Would we change our proud and timely tradition of 2 weeks and dare to sample this new nectar?
I was a fool to even contimplate it. The decision had been made long before I walked this Earth. It was....meant to be.
She took us to our booth and slyly asked, now nervous with anticipation "What drinks would you like"? Our eyes met and locked. Everything seemed to dissapear around us as I spoke "Ill have a coke"
I knew in my heart it was but my first coke and not my last that night.
The buffet loomed before us. Pizzas proudly sat next to coleslaw and other pastas. What would I sample first. What wouldn't I sample. I wasn't afraid! I knew I could master this buffet.
By the 4th plate full I was spent. Satisfaction plain to see on my face.
"Thank you for dining at pizzahut" the waitress said as we slowly rose from the safety of our booth. We all knew she desired our return business.
But tonight held other pursuits. Video games that would not play themselves awaited and FIFA 98 would be denied no longer!
I couldnt fight a last look back at our booth. A booth that had been like a home to each of us that night.
Post by arrogantmodel on Dec 30, 2017 4:42:18 GMT -5
Ok, I think I got this. I was a witness and kind of a part of it. Here goes:
Waiting tables, I had a nice middle aged couple. A few tables over was an elderly couple. The elderly wife was in a wheelchair and obviously had some type of neurological disorder.
The elderly husband is cutting up her food, and feeding her her soup and food, wiping her mouth, etc. So my table asks me if I have their table too. I say that it's in my friend's section.
The wife says, "I would like to pay their check. That man stayed with her and is taking care of her. That is love." So I go tell my buddy in the wait station what's going on, and we were both just touched by the whole situation.
We usually got raging dickheads in that restaurant, but that night was very moving, and one of those moments that restores your faith in humanity.
Post by Nikki Heyman on Dec 30, 2017 5:02:36 GMT -5
Not sure if romantic....
My mom decided she wanted to throw a surprise birthday party for my dad's 40th. She invited many of his friends and prepared a cake in the shape of a woman's torso (and bewbs - there is such a thing as a "Boob pan").
My father was pleasantly surprised that he had many of his friends and co-workers at the house, but he'd had a rough day at work and wasn't in a partying mood. His friends tried to get him in the mood by throwing him in the pool.... in his work clothes. That didn't help at all, in fact it made him angrier.
One more try: a belly dancer. My father sat there and didn't really care about that, he was still sopping wet and probably still had work on his mind.
He's finally brought to the porch where the "bikini cake" was laid out.
He looks at the cake.
He looks at Mom.
He looks at the cake.
He looks at Mom.
He looks at the cake.
He looks at Mom.
He reaches to the cake and rips the boobs off and threatens her with them. "My NEXT wife won't be throwing me surprise parties!"
Post by Lupin the Third on Dec 30, 2017 12:54:14 GMT -5
We went out to Vegas in August for my friend's 40th Birthday Bash (which was supposed to be a surprise, but that's another story). We get out there, and he's all anxious to get to the Bellagio for the Fountain Show. I thought something was up, but I was kinda drunk at the time, so I didn't think much of it.
So we walked down to the Fountain Show, and I'm enjoying it, when all of a sudden, I hear one of his friends say, "Holy crap." So I look over, and he's down on one knee, ring in his hand, while his girlfriend was pretty surprised. I was like, "Huh. So that's happening."
Seem to recall a guy asking his girlfriend on the floor of the Cathouse (a Glasgow nightclub) and she turned him down. I had to take our party of friends up the stairs so he wouldn't see me burst out laughing.
I hate those big public things. If you love someone, you don't put that sort of emotional pressure on them, imo.
Post by minorleagueguy on Dec 30, 2017 19:17:44 GMT -5
....we are a huge Disney family...and on our yearly trips..its nothing to come across several guys popping the question at several places in all four parks...we always stop and watch...its nice to know that some people think of it as a magical place....great stories to tell your kids...
Have I not told the story of my dinner that went awry?
Thing had not been going great and I set up a romantic evening to show her how much I loved her. Made reservations at the fanciest restaurant around. Girlfriend bought a new dress and spent the day getting her hair, nails and makeup done. I wore my best suit and showed up with flowers for her. She didn't speak to me for the entire ride to the restaurant. Once we get our table, she starts tearing into me for being so thoughtless and cruel. You may wonder why. It seems that when I picked her up and she walked down the stairs, I said, "You have never looked more beautiful." Apparently, this was a horrible insult. What what she heard was, "You are pretty right now but the rest of the time you are ugly." We fought through the whole meal and all the way home. We broke up soon after.
Post by Vampiro138 on Dec 30, 2017 23:04:38 GMT -5
I had been seeing this girl for a little bit, I knew she was a huge fan of John Denver, so the night I finally asked her to be my girlfriend I was playing some songs I had written for her on my acoustic, and then finished with "My Sweet Lady" by John Denver and then told her I wanted to be official and all that, quite sweet actually. took me a bit to learn that song too caus John did alot of small stuff on the acoustic when he played.
and then, my friend was going to propose to his girlfriend, so he books a gig at a coffee shop Ive played a handful of times and usually host my birthday gig at. So he just had a bunch of his friends perform at it, and then he did spoken word at the end and at his last piece he proposes to his GF at the end. I started the night, and played only ballads. and It was really good, and then the dude he had go right before him did a stand up routine about marriage is a gimmick and full on anti love stuff...so he brought me back up to play something sappy again before he goes on to propose to his girl with.
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