* 1994
it was the morning of my birthday. erica had spent the night
i got up and went to the bathroom
walking back to bed i decided i was going to propose
immediately my heart started pounding
we’d been together for five years but it still felt impulsive
i laid down next to her and said: “for my birthday i want you to be my wife”
we both cried
later she pointed out that that was not a question, therefore i hadn’t given her the
option of saying no
when i got to work i went into joanne’s office and collapsed in a chair
“what happened to you?”, she asked, “you look like shit”
i was feeling a bit lightheaded, but i had no idea it was so obvious
i didn’t tell her i had just proposed
i never told my wife that last part of the story