So I have the ring, I’ve decided on where I’ll be asking Maren, the guests are confirmed to be there for 7pm and the venue booked, the only thing to do now is to ask Maren if she’ll marry me!
I have Maren’s Dad’s permission, the only thing to worry about is Maren saying ‘No’
17:50 Work is finished and Maren is due to meet me at Embankment station at 18:45pm, time for a quick beer in the office for dutch courage of course, then grab a tube over to Temple Station so that I can walk past the intended spot on the Thames to make sure it’s quiet.
18:34 Walking quickly towards Embankment station I receive a text “Going to be there at 7 sorry :-(‘ phew time to chill a little and take my time.
19:00 Just as I’m thinking that for the first time ever Maren is going to be late on a late, my phone vibrates and she’s there looking for me. Maren is walking over to me as I place my phone back in my pocket and brush my arm over the ring box in my coat pocket to make sure it’s still there (I must have checked 22 times in the last 26 minutes), then as Maren is smiling at me across the station as she makes her way to me my view is obstructed as one of my friends is right up in my grill to say hi as she’s invited to a surprise party too.
My heart skips at least two beats as I try to think of how I get rid of Virgine and Graham, they’re going to want to walk to the bar together, I survey the surroundings looking for inspiration, as I think all is lost I spot not one but two coffee shops, knowing Maren well, I suggest we grab a coffee before we go out and tell my unwanted friends that we just had to pop up the road.
19:10 Coffee in hand and a happy Maren is ready for a walk down the river to our destination to meet Jason, Virgine and Graham. As we walk out of the station and east down the North bank of the Thames river, I strain my eyes to see our intended destination.
19:15 We’re no further than 10m from the Zebra crossing when I start my plan to get Maren to the actual spot. ‘What’s that big stone over there?‘ I say in my best inquisitive tone. ‘Oh it’s something Egyptian‘ she replies, ‘Let’s cross over and check it out.‘ Maren isn’t too interested but like an excited child I’m almost dragging her across the road, to read the plaque.
Maren starts to read the plaque and I check to see if we have any company, only one young lady sitting on the west side of Cleopatra’s needle, so I go down the right hand stairs. Maren is still reading, I open the ring box whilst it is still in my pocket, calling to Maren to come down to the wall to see the river. After some persuasion and a little begrudgingly, she comes down to the waters edge, if I was nervous at 17:50 I am now 10 times as bad.
Kissing Maren on the cheek I proclaim that ‘It’s time to go‘ as we step away from the wall I do the classic, ‘Oh just got to tie my shoe lace’, my hand fumbles in my pocket for the ring box, I’m on one knee as I look up at Maren, pull the open ring box from my pocket and say ‘Maren, will you marry me?’
‘REALLY are you serious?!?!?!‘
‘Of course I am‘ I quickly reply. Still on my knee Maren kisses me breaking the kiss and said ‘You taste like beer! Are you sure you want to do this whilst you’re drunk!?’
‘Yes baby, I only had one for courage!’
19:18, 19:19, 19:20, I break Maren’s kiss and remind her that ‘You’ve not given me an answer yet!’
To the delight of my ears and my knee ‘Of course!’