Re: How did FH propose?
FH told me that he had a business conference to go to in Chicago, and he asked me if I wanted to go with him; he said that he would be busy during the day, and we can go out on the town at night. Since I've never been to Chicago, I thought that it would be a fun getaway. He sent me fake e-mails from a 'professor' that he was going to meet up within Chicago, which included details of his schedule--that threw me off completely.
When we got to the hotel, FH told me to wait in the car because he wanted to make sure that the room heater was on (I hate cold weather). Once again, I fell for it. When I finally got in the room, there was a photo album on the bed. I asked outloud what it was, and FH said that it was probably hotel accomadations. I opened it up out of curiosity, and the first page was a picture of a rose. I kept flipping, and the second page was one of my favorite poems. And the third page was a picture of the rose again, but this time it had an engagement ring on it--MY engagement ring!
Just incase anyone is interested, here is the poem that was on my bed:
The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Jeffrey McDaniel
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When we got to the hotel, FH told me to wait in the car because he wanted to make sure that the room heater was on (I hate cold weather). Once again, I fell for it. When I finally got in the room, there was a photo album on the bed. I asked outloud what it was, and FH said that it was probably hotel accomadations. I opened it up out of curiosity, and the first page was a picture of a rose. I kept flipping, and the second page was one of my favorite poems. And the third page was a picture of the rose again, but this time it had an engagement ring on it--MY engagement ring!
Just incase anyone is interested, here is the poem that was on my bed:
The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Jeffrey McDaniel
