When I got engaged to my beautiful bride, (then fiancée), more than a year ago, it was the biggest moment of my life up to that point. We called everyone we knew to share the news with them, expecting big screams and congratulations. What we got was a mixed bag of reactions, some great, some, not-so-great.
For example, my own mother asked: “Are you absolutely sure you want to marry someone who isn’t Greek?” NO, mom. When I called you the 1 million times before proposing to tell you I was proposing I wasn’t serious about marrying a non-Greek woman! Gee, talk about a buzz-kill.
Tricia’s mom asked: “So, when is the wedding?” We just got engaged! Hello… were we supposed to set the date before the engagement? Should I have proposed like this: “Tricia, I love you, will you make me the happiest man in the world … At 5 p.m. of August 27th next year?”
The most common response is “How did he do it?”
“I asked, she said yes,” it’s that simple. No one wants to hear that. They all say: “no, really… how did you ask?”
It’s come to a point where I’m just lying about the story of how I proposed. Each lie becomes more fantastic than the previous one I tell. “We were on top of Mt. Everest. Her tears froze as they trickled down her face, just before she simply said: y-y-y-yes.”
After five years of dating, Tricia didn’t give two hoots about how I did it or where it happened. She’s just happy she’s officially got this man on lockdown.
Until next time, I wish you peace and love.
Manny Fantis was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. His views are through the eyes of a New Yorker who has been bouncing around the U.S. for most of his life. He has finally settled down in the DC area and works as the Executive Producer of Digital Content at W*USA9.