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When Sarah said, "Just be thoughtful," as her only hint for how I should propose, I knew I had my work cut out for me—after all, being thoughtful on demand is like trying to be cool at a high school reunion: easier said than done.
First up, I thought about popping the question at Desnudo Coffee, our favorite haunt before it became the hipster headquarters it is today. Picture this: me, sneaking behind the counter to hijack the intercom. Instead of calling out "Sarah, your latte is ready," I’d blurt out "Sarah, will you marry me?" I ditched the idea when I realized a public proposal was more Broadway and less 'us'. Plus, with my luck, the espresso machine would choose that exact moment to explode.
Next, I flirted with the idea of a trip down memory lane to Mexico City, where we first tested our travel compatibility (spoiler: no one got left at a rest stop, so, success!). But the thought of a shiny ring in a bustling city felt more like a heist movie than a romantic getaway. So, scratch that.
Plan C? France! Because nothing says 'marry me' like croissants and the Eiffel Tower. But then, practicality—my constant party pooper—reminded me of our schedules.
Ultimately, I opted for something low-key yet high stakes at our own abode. I laid out a veritable feast of her favorites: blue cheese (which to me tastes like sadness feels), Marcona almonds, and a bottle of Beaujolais—our annual nod to her dad. Fleetwood Mac serenaded us from the speakers because nothing sets the mood like "Dreams" on repeat.
The big day was nearly derailed by a crisis at Sarah’s work—because why wouldn’t it be? After navigating the corporate storm, and a two-week delay, I finally set the scene while she was in the shower, hiding the ring like it was the last piece of Halloween candy.
When I went down on one knee, my rehearsed speech turned into a 'Mad Libs' edition of a proposal. Thankfully, Sarah found my verbal fumbling endearing, saying it was nice to see me lose my cool, proving I’m human after all.
We celebrated at Nomade, where the staff was in on the secret. They ushered us to a table decked out with flowers and bubbly. The hostess, Sunshine, eyed Sarah's hand like it was a celeb sighting. We feasted on Aztec salsa and guacamole fit for royalty and ended the night with a dessert that shouted "congratulations" in chocolate script.
In the end, the evening was perfectly 'us': low-key, a little goofy, and very, very full—of food and of love.
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Sarah once told me, "Be thoughtful," when we talked about getting engaged. So, I made a plan with lots of personal touches because that's important to us both.
I first thought about proposing at Desnudo Coffee, our favorite coffee shop from before it was popular. I wanted to surprise her by asking over the intercom when they called her for her coffee. But, I worried it was too public and things could easily go wrong, like noise from the crowd or the wind.
Then, I considered a trip to Mexico City, where we had a great time early in our relationship. It felt right, but walking around with a new ring might be risky there. I also thought about a last-minute trip to France, but scrapped that idea too.
Instead, I chose to propose at home, where it was just us. I planned a special evening with a bottle of Beaujolais wine, which we drink yearly to remember her dad, and snacks she loves like blue cheese and Marcona almonds. I don’t like blue cheese, so it was a small way to show I cared about her preferences. I also set up a Fleetwood Mac playlist because we both love their music.
On the day I planned to propose, Sarah was overwhelmed with work, facing long hours and layoffs at her job. So, I postponed everything for two weeks until things settled down.
When the day finally came, I got everything ready while she was in the shower. I laid out roses, the snacks, and the wine. I played our favorite songs. Then, I proposed, and even though I stumbled over my words, she said yes. She actually liked that I was a bit nervous—it showed how much it meant to me.
We went to celebrate at Nomade, a Yucatan restaurant on South First Street. I had told them I was proposing right before our dinner, so they were ready for us. They gave us a special table with flowers and champagne. The hostess and the staff were all excited for us, and they made sure we felt celebrated. They served us a special Aztec-inspired salsa and guacamole, and ended our meal with a congratulatory dessert.
It was a night filled with simple, personal moments that meant a lot to both of us. It was just as Sarah wanted—thoughtful and full of love.
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