It's the girl's birthday. She's opening her presents. People are gathered around. As is usual on the girlfriend's birthday, the BF's present is opened last. It's this huge box, almost as tall as the girl herself.
"Did you get me a giant teddy bear?"
She rips open the box, to find a whole lot of confetti, and a smaller box inside. It's around waist-high.
"Oh, it's that cute Victorian-style dressing table stool, isn't it?"
BF smiles even wider. He seems to be sweating just a little.
She rips open the box to find even more confetti, and a smaller box inside, around two feet high.
"A small TV for my room?"
BF adjusts his collar, still smiling.
She rips open the box to find yet another pile of confetti and a much smaller box.
"Ah, I know!" she says excitedly. "It's an iPod isn't it?"
BF is still smiling, but looks quite worried now.
She rips that open too, and finds confetti. She turns the box upside-down, and watches the confetti float softly to the ground. She shakes the box hoping that a smaller box will fall out.
She turns around to look at BF angrily. "What...?"
There's a collective gasp from the guests.
He's on his knees, holding a small ring with a large diamond in his hands. "Sweetheart, will you marry me?"
He looks up at her expectantly.
She looks around at all the guests.
They look back at her.
The tension in the room is palpable.
A tear appears in her eyes.
He gets to his feet, and puts his arms around her. She cries against his chest.
Then he pulls back, and slips the ring onto her unresisting finger.
There is much celebration, women shrieking, guys shouting, and lots of people hugging each other.
The guests go home.
As the girl says goodbye to the last guest and shuts the door behind them, she turns around to face the BF.
"How dare you?" she asks.
"Hunh?" (Come on, he's a guy)
"How DARE you???"
"You didn't even have the common courtesy to ask me in private first?"
"Just assumed I'd say yes, did you?"
"No warning even!"
"In front of all those people!"
"Do you know how embarrassing it was for me?"
She slips the ring off her finger.
"You did it on purpose didn't you? You proposed in front of all those people so that I wouldn't be able to say no."
Gives ring back to him.
"And you still owe me my birthday gift."
"And to make up for it, you'll get me that giant teddy bear. One with a bow. A small TV for my room. An iPod. And you'll engrave my name on the back. Not yours. Just mine. And there'll be so many bouquets of flowers, that I won't have enough place in the house to keep them. And a big box of chocolates. Make that two."
BF looks at her blankly.
"Do you understand me?"
She walks toward the bedroom.
"Close the door when you leave. I'm going to sleep."The EndBF = Bloody Fool
Now for the prologue. Yes, I could simply call it the background for the story, but big authors who get paid to write, call it a prologue, and I haven't given up my Pulitzer hopes yet.
The inimitable aNTi (I haven't yet figured out what he is anti, but that's the topic for a whole new blog) wrote something that caught my eye the other day. And to make it more interesting, one of the things that gave him the the idea for what he wrote, was one of my stories.
Yes, I know it's confusing. And the fact that I'm feeling particularly literarily-challenged (is that even a word?) right now, isn't helping. But anyway.
Referring to an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where Raymond proposes to Debra (now his wife) in public, aNTi asks the following question -
In ficticious works of art, like the [Everybody Loves Raymond] episode mentioned above, I notice that a lot of protagonists getting the message across in full view of a lot other people. Does this happen in real life too? Do you guys know of any incidents where such acts have backfired, and the gal goes - "Hmmmm...., I am not so sure"?...
The short story I've reproduced above, was my attempt at describing what might happen in that case. As mentioned earlier, it can also be found as a comment to that blog post, and since I tend to collect my stories on this blog, I decided to reproduce it here (with some editing).
Not to mention that it's a good way to slightly increase my pathetic blogging frequency.
Which brings to mind the fact that I sometimes feel I've written more interesting comments on other people's blogs in the recent past, than I've written posts on my own blog.