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FEBRUARIUM DAY 3
Day Three, February 12: When you've loved.
Write either a brief history of your love life, or a single story about the love of your lifetime.
There are parts of my love history that are still so fucking painful that I don't think writing a history would serve anyone good- so, I will share of you the tale of how my sweet baboo proposed.
We had been living together for a little over a year. We both had a Thursday off, and I had spent most of the day doing laundry and cleaning the apartment.
For some reason, I had agreed to go to church with the baboo, along with his mother and grandmother, to see a Mondy Thursday ceremony. That is were two men wash each other's feet. Yes, I know that there's more to the story- but I'm just saying what I saw: two men washing each other's feet. The church takes care of all fetishes.
Oh, and did I mention it was April 20th? If it weren't odd enough that I went to church, and that I wasn't completely stoned on that day, then I should have known something was up when the baboo said, "Let's go to the beach tonight". When I told him that I would rather just head back home, he looked at me and said, rather sternly, "Just humor me, OK?" I knew something was up right there.
The whole ride out to the beach, this is what was going through my mind, "He's going to ask me to marry him. No, dude, don't get your hopes up for that. But he's being weird! No, he's just trying to be romantic!" Then, the song Drive by the Goo Goo Dolls came on the radio, and I hear, "Hey girl, ya wanna get married, and run away?" I snuck a peek at him and then I just sort of knew.
So, we drove out to Sunset beach, and he wound up parking two spots away from a Volkswagon bus that was quite obviously celebrating 4/20 in their own special way. I looked over at the bus, and back to the baboo, and said, "If a cop comes out here right now, we could get in trouble just for being near them." As though my statement made it real, up rolls a state patrol car. They headed straight over to the bus.
We started up the car and drove down to Cape Arago, which is this lookout at the edge of a cliff, and got out and walked up to the cement rotunda. It was the first place that we'd ever kissed. We stood there for a couple of minutes, just feeling the air and listening to the ocean, and then...
Up rolls the state patrol car. The officer spotlights us, and we walk over to him, and he tells us that we have to go down the road to the county beach because it's after hours and blah blah blah. So we hop back in the car and head over to Bastendorff beach.
We walked along the flat, expansive beach for about 1/2 mile, when I said that I wanted to turn around. The baboo had been unusually quiet, and I, for some reason, had just slipped into my own little mental world, and wasn't even thinking about a proposal.
We turned around and headed back when the baboo blurted out, "Um, hey, honey. Look what I found today. Will you marry me?" and thrust a small baggie into my palm, and all I could think was, "He's asking me to marry him and giving me a NUG?" Then I felt the baggie, and inside was the ring.
Of course, I said yes, and started to cry, and all of the good mushy stuff. He had been so nervous he forgot to get down on one knee, and, according to him, he had a whole speech planned out and it just flew right out of his mind. A couple of days later he made me let him take me back out to Cape Arago, to the place we had first kissed and got down on one knee.
And so, about a year and a half later, we were married. At Cape Arago.
3:07 p.m. - 2005-02-13
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