“Kristen, do you want to go bowling this Saturday?” It was
Tuesday evening, January 1st. Kristen, tired of the ever-present
cold and snow in the dead of winter, was eager to do something outside ofher or
my apartment.
I was trying hard to invite Kristen to something that
wouldn’t tip her off to my proposal. She knew that I would be proposing soon,
but she didn’t know when or where. She strongly suspected the coming Saturday:
it was the last weekend before classes started, and she’d seen a link on my
computer for the jewelry company where I purchased her ring. Still, she readily
accepted the invitation.
I had tried everything I could to confuse Kristen about when
I would propose. I casually downplayed Saturday’s significance and told her
that the jeweler had delayed shipment of her ring due to the Christmas holiday.
Kristen’s friend Kayla even chimed in, independently telling
Kristen that the ring would not arrive for another few weeks.
Kristen was right to be suspicious: I was going to propose
to her that Saturday. I had to make sure she had a ring before she started
class again with all those other college guys! My plan was to propose at the Y
Trailhead (the trail to Brigham Young University’s mountainside collegiate
letter) – the same place I stammered while asking her to be my girlfriend
several months before.
I started laying the groundwork a week in advance: Step one
– seven days in advance – I nonchalantly told her that my brother was hiking the
Y Trail with some friends the coming weekend. Step two – five days in advance –
I invited Kristen to go bowling that Saturday. You see, I needed to get Kristen
out of her apartment without arousing her suspicions. I needed a feint, a ruse,
to get her in the car so that I could then “unexpectedly” take a detour to the
Y trailhead.
So that was my plan: “Hey, let’s go bowling! By the way, my
brother went to hike the Y trail during this bitterly cold weather and he
forgot a warm coat! We’ll need to swing by and drop a coat off for him.”
On the day of the proposal (January 5th), I got
an early start to prepare the Y trailhead for my proposal: I bought a bouquet
of roses on my way to pick up my brother. My brother and I then scoped out
where I would propose to Kristen (a bench with 12” of snow that we had to
remove, the same bench where I had asked Kristen to be my girlfriend). My
brother then hid himself in the snow so that he could record the proposal
without Kristen seeing him.
I picked up Kristen
from her apartment. As I entered her apartment, Kristen asked me a question
about an electronic device she had seen online. I tried to answer in a normal
tone but Kristen noticed that I seemed unusually fidgety. She didn’t comment on
my unusual behavior, though, and we got in the car.
As we pulled away from her apartment, I casually reminded
her that my brother and his friends had gone to hike the Y trail. I then
informed her that I just received a text from David asking me to bring him a
coat and gloves and asked Kristen’s permission to detour to take the gear up to
David. Kristen was suspicious of the detour and told me later that she had
thought to herself: “What sort of idiot
would hike in 10⁰F weather without a proper jacket? Well, James would do that. Maybe
his brother would do that too.”
When we got to the Y trailhead, I invited her to exit the
car with me. She did, not questioning why she had to leave the warmth of the
car just to give my brother a coat. I guided her to the special bench where we
sat. She started reminiscing of that special summer evening when I had shyly
said, “I would like to date you.”
Our reminiscing was soon cut short when Kristen started
shivering. Joking, she exclaimed, “If David doesn’t get here in five minutes,
we’re leaving without giving him his coat!”
Realizing that my moment was passing, I said slowly, “Well,
I actually owe him an apology.” Kristen looked at my quizzically. “Well, it’s
not his fault we’re out here.” A confused look crossed Kristen’s face as she
processed my statement.
Her confusion turned to surprised delight when I knelt down
on one knee and pulled a ring box from a fold in my jacket. “Kristen, will you
marry me?”
She covered her mouth, then grasped the back of her head as
she burst out laughing. “Yes!” Then laughing, she exclaimed, “You brilliant
man!”. I slid the ring on her finger. “It’s so pretty!” she said.
When Kristen and I finished sharing our celebration, I said,
“Well, I suppose I should really go get David now. Come on out, David!” Kristen
burst out laughing as she saw my brother spring out of the snow with a bouquet
of roses in his hands. She threw her arms around him when she realized the role
he played in the proposal.
Kristen and I spent the next few hours informing family and
friends of our special event. But Kristen had one last request at the end of
our special day: “You know, James, you told me we were going bowling.” And so,
to celebrate our new engagement, Kristen and I went bowling.