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Romance is the lover at play.
An acquaintance of mine told me how he had asked his live-in partner to marry him. He and his partner had lived together for several years. He had been married before and had grown children. The kitchen faucet started acting up, so she got under the sink and began working on it. He was watching her work and was moved by how much he loved this remarkable person.
So he decided in that moment to ask her to marry him.
“You ask me this…NOW?”
My acquaintance unknowingly violated the first rule of romance:
Always make sure
your partner has a great story to tell.
Here’s how I asked my wife to marry me:
I had the ring, and I called up our best friends, two couples, Ed and Diane, and Paula and Bernard.
I explained that I was going to pop the question at an especially nice, upscale restaurant in Palo Alto, on a Sunday evening. The restaurant was in on it, and they had prepared two tables, one for me and my future wife, and a separate one that we would move to, set for six.
I wanted our friends to pick up six dozen sunflowers and six dozen roses that I had ready for them at a florist. Sunflowers were her favorite flower, and roses were for our love.
They would arrive at a predetermined time, about 15 minutes after we had sat down at the table. I would be positioned where I could see past her when they arrived with the flowers.
I played it cool that evening. I had told her we had reservations for dinner.
As the time approached, with her having worked that day (self-employed), she mentioned that she was not sure it was worth our dressing up.
I agreed that it might not be worth the effort, but I knew her. This restaurant was upscale just enough that business casual would work. But it was also a place where evening gowns and a coat and tie were appropriate.
After a while, she came back and said, “Why not dress up? It’s a nice restaurant.”
And, smiling inside, I agreed.
We arrived on time, the restaurant workers expectant, careful not to give anything away.
We relaxed and ordered drinks. Just on time, I saw our friends arrive carrying armfuls of flowers. She looked wide-eyed as they walked up smiling, holding the flowers in their arms.
Just then, I got up, dropped to one knee, held up a ring case, and opened it to reveal the ring.
A restaurant full of patrons and workers applauded.
The rest is history. And a darn good story.
Romance is about storytelling. Great and surprising stories. Unexpected stories.
All you need to do to be romantic
is to create for your partner
a great, living, unexpected, surprising story.
The wonderful thing about such stories is that the good ones get better in the telling. You will find that over time, as the story gets told over and over to others, that love is rekindled and romance stays in the air.
Don’t fall into the trap of believing that the male in a relationship should be the prime story creator. Females have just as much an obligation to create stories for the men in their lives; stories you want them to tell their friends.
Never forget that your prime obligation in romance is very simple:
Create a great story.Published in