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Explanation:
Angie was my life, or so I thought. We'd been together for a while now, or at I thought again. I had been planning all week on how to ask her to be my wife. I wanted it to be perfect, I didn't want any room for laxity. Although, if I'm honest with myself, looking back at everything, I'm stupefied at how I made the mistake of not stating my intentions clearly from the onset. I was into a relationship with her, she, not so much with me.
We were out having fun visiting places and chit chatting, she was so into it I thought she felt the same way as I did. We went to Manhattan and watched the sea, we laughed all through, I can still vividly remember how joyous she'd been. The unadulterated smiles, her soothing voices, her calming face, the way she jumps up, innocently. If only I knew.
Later at night, we went to the movies. I wasn't really interested in the movie, I can't even remember the movie title. I knew she loved watching movies, and I took her. She seemed so deeply engrossed in the movie she was completely oblivious of her surroundings, myself inclusive. Maybe that should have told me, but instead, I waved it off as meaning nothing.
After the movies, we went to a restaurant down the street to eat. All I'd been thinking was how to surprise her by asking her to marry me. Eventually I summoned the courage to ask her to marry me. With a ring on my hands, and I on one knee. At this point, attention had been drawn to us, and I was a little bit enjoying every bit of it.
"Will you marry me, Angie?"
I asked, and like a hot ball had dropped from her mouth, she shouted,
"what!", before following it up with, "of course not"
There and then, my heart skipped and I wished the ground could have swallowed me to save me from the embarrassment I'd brought upon myself. It surely was the most embarrassing moment in my life
