leaning tower of love
as tradition dictates, we went to Leaning Tower last night. i was glad to see so many families there and lots of cute kids in pink and red.
as we were finishing up a guy at the table next to us tells his GF to stand up, and he starts talking about Valentine’s Day and etc. then he gets down on one knee, produces a black velvet box and asks her to marry him. it was the most adorable, lovely thing i’ve seen since the birth of my daughter.
of course her BF starts screaming and she’s crying and people are clapping, and i turn to hubbin and said “Are they for real”? and then i wanted to kick myself for being so bitter and jaded. like of course it’s a joke, no one would just pop the question over beer and pizza at Leaning Tower. WRONG! so very, very wrong. Wrong with a capital R.
so cupid’s little love dust did rub off on me, and i was flooded with memories of my own engagement and how happy i’ve been married to hubbin. then i congratulated the hell out of the happy couple and took at look at the ring (small, marquis cut) and the bride-to-be’s BF told me that the happy couple met at the Tower a year and a half ago. how sweet!