Date of event
7/6/2010
How We Got Engaged...
When we booked our second trip to Costa Rica, Max reserved an exceptionally nice hillside cabina overlooking the ocean in Santa Teresa – a small surf town on the Pacific Coast. Since we usually travel on a shoe-string budget I didn't understand why he insisted on these accommodations. He blew it off like it was no big deal and wanted to start our summer vacation off right.
Our first night in Santa Teresa was stormy. It was the middle of rainy season and we decided to take advantage of our kitchen. With produce that we picked up at the local market, I began chopping some vegetables – the fact that Max let me make dinner at all should have tipped me off that something was odd!
I don’t remember most of the conversation that led to the proposal. Max threw on some music while I was chopping, paced around the kitchen for a moment, and said something along the lines of - “wouldn’t this be a great place to get married?” I looked at him, rolled my eyes and laughed, “Yeah, in 10 years…” and returned to my vegetables. There was a brief pause; Max asked me to turn around. He was on one knee in the middle of our cozy jungle kitchen with a maroon and gold box open in his hands. He asked me to marry him.
Usually girls scream “Oh my god! Oh my god! Yes! Yes I will!” Unfortunately for Max I didn't respond predictably. Instead, I told him to get up since I assumed he was joking. He asked me again. And a third time. By then he was so baffled by disbelief that he had to change tactics and draw my attention to the diamond ring he desperately wanted to place on my finger.
I’m not even sure I said yes. I think I just furrowed my eyebrows and out of confusion asked, “Wait. Does this mean that we are, like, engaged?” I realized at that moment that he was in fact the biggest jerk I’ve ever known and I couldn’t have been happier. I cried for the rest of the night.