The day after my boyfriend proposed, he took it back.
We’d been dating about nine months when Paul turned to me one night and said, “Will you marry me?” I loved him, but I was only a junior in college. My heart did a flip at the unexpected question. I was scared, thinking it was too soon, but I opened my mouth and out came the word “yes.”
The day after the proposal, I opened my door to a white-faced fiance who came in and fidgeted until I asked him what was wrong. He apologized and said he didn’t mean to ask me to marry him. I said that was fine, mostly because I did feel like we hadn’t dated that long. With his relief apparent, we resumed our former dating status as if he’d never asked.
Two weeks later, Paul showed up at my door about midnight and asked again. This time I said no, but he was determined. By 3 a.m., his insistence was wearing me down. So I made him an offer — if he went out and bought me Breyers Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and brought it back before morning then I would marry him. Knowing most of the stores in Chapel Hill were closed by this hour, and Breyers was difficult to find, I thought I was safe. Off he went and two hours later, he returned with the ice cream.
We’ve been happily married 32 years and have two wonderful kids.