"ROMANRIC" PROPOSAL!!!!

Here's the scenerio, I'm out with a friend on a Saturday afternoon. Its
an old friend from school. We met up at this bar in Port Harcourt to catch up over a few drinks.

So there we were, just chilling .It was a bit of a slow day with very few people around.
Few minutes into the hangout,a young couple walk in.

Now I’m sure like me, few men barely  noticed the guy.He was just  an average looking guy with the beginnings of the all too familiar “beer gut” most alcoholics have come to love and cherish.But the chick(to the dismay of the other females in the bar) was quite  another story.

Now anybody who knows me, knows  I’m a bit of a “starer”(ok maybe more than a bit) call it a character flaw or birth defect.Or Let me put it this way, if staring were a device, mine didn’ t come with  an off switch.Enough said.

But trust me,this girl was worth staring at.

She was tall, darkskinned with sinfully sculptured  curves,she had long  beautiful legs that moved fluidly and suggestively like an erotic poem… (let me stop there.i tend to get carried away with these descriptions.please bare with me)

Anyway after her and her companion sat down at a table most of the guys (including me) RELUCTANTLY averted their gazes.

As the afternoon wore on, we stole occassional glances at the girl .she either didn’t notice or was too seasoned to care.She seemed more interested in  whatever Mr Beer gut was telling her.

A short time past.

Then something unexpected happened.

Mr Beergut, in true Hollywood style, got up from his seat ,got down on one knee
By her side .And then he  popped out a ring.

It was a frozen moment!

There was a sharp intake of breath from behind me.

“Jesus, dat guy dey propose?”a voice whispered.

There was a hushed silence in the bar as everything seemed to come to a grinding halt.

All eyes were on the couple as the young man still held the ring in his hand awaiting a response from …….(ok let’s call her Hawt chick).

Another short time past.

Hawt Chick didn’t look like she was about to burst into tears of joy.She didnt look like she was about to embrace Beer gut  screaming ,”yes, yes I will marry you!!”

No.

She stared at him like he were an unusually large bloodsucking  insect  hovering within her air space.She looked more like she was about to grab the table knife and stab him with it…….twice.

Wot sorro  embarazzmen iz dizz?”Hawt chick spat as she menacingly rose from her seat. And yes, those were her exact words ….or sounds.

At that point, I and my friend exchanged curious glances.I  think we telepathically asked ourselves in unison “Is that how she talks????

” You wanna propose me here?”(her exact words)
She slapped his hand so hard the ring flew across the bar and clattered against something on the far side of the room

“Iz diz place romanric”?

Mr Beergut looked like three adjectives all at once;shocked, traumatised and dumbfounded.

Hawtchick  grabbed her purse with so much rage, her hand knocked over one of the wine glasses on the table. We all heard it  shatter against the marble floor.

“Fugg you !”Hawtchick spat again as she shoved Mr Beer gut roughly to the side.

“Fugg you!”

She stormed out of the bar leaving behind a pathetic and somewhat confused looking beer gut of a man.

Long story short.we later learned that they’d been dating for a few years and her anger was;

1) her friends weren’t around to witness the proposal.

And

2) the bar wasn’t ideal or “romanric”enough for her.

We heard later that Mr Beergut took this strange accented woman  some where else a few days later, invited all her close friends and proposed again.Probably after he had fished the ring out of whatever hole she’d knocked it into.
And would you believe it? She accepted, and get this,…… she CRIED and  said “Yes!”

Here’s my question.Whats more important for a woman, the fact that he proposes or WHERE he proposes?

Life is a choice
Choose wisely.Enough said.

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