I’ve tried to write this three times already, and every time I find myself getting hung up. I really wanted to enshrine this moment in beautiful prose, but that hasn’t really worked for the last three times, so I’m just going to push through it and what sticks goes out.
It was Friday, two weeks ago, late afternoon. I’d just gotten home from work, and Dulcinea was pushing me to get ready for the evening. We were going out for a girl’s night with some of her old college friends. One of them hadn’t met Grey yet, and I think Dulcinea wanted me to look cute for the outing. I had heard on the radio during my drive home, that there was some potentially bad weather on its way in, but we were both hoping it would just pass us by. By the time I’d made my way into the shower, though, the sky had grimmoned and grey-green clouds blanketed our apartment complex in a disquieting silence.
I’d tried to make the shower quick—moving from guy mode to girl mode is a process that, for me, can take upwards of an hour and a big chunk of that is bathing—but I was having too much fun playing with my shampooed hair and making faces in my no-fog shower mirror. I knew I shouldn’t have dawdled, but the warmth of the water doesn’t really encourage speedy bathing. I had my razor in hand and was just smearing my shaving cream when the lights flickered and the fan stuttered. ‘Oh no,’ I thought, ‘please don’t let—’ but my thought DID become reality, and I was suddenly engulfed in deafening darkness.
I realized that showering in the dark is a great way to hurt myself. And I might as well forget about shaving, so I rinsed my face, turned off the water, and began drying off. Dulcinea came in with a lit candle. We talked a bit, flirted a bit. Neither of us wanted to go out in a storm this bad, and as late as it was getting, I wouldn’t have time to finish getting en femme before her friends had gone to bed. Besides that, with power out all over the apartment complex, the electrically-powered entrance gates wouldn’t open. We were trapped until the power came back on. So, we scrapped our original plans and settled in for a romantic night, just the two of us.
I wasn’t going to apply makeup by candlelight, but I still wanted to feel pretty, so I changed into one of Dulcinea’s cute t-shirts and my favorite skirt. We sat in the living room, candles flickering around us, watching out the balcony window as the dark sky flashed and whooshed and boomed. I cuddled close to Dulcinea, nestling on her shoulder, wrapped my arms around her, and smiled. We needed a romantic night in, just the two of us, enjoying our company and the wonders of the weather. This was bliss. I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to me. Dulcinea’s eyes are so beautifully dark, and her smile is enough to warm my heart, even in my blackest moods. “I love you. Thank you,” I told her. The window flashed, insanely bright, and the accompanying thundercrack shook our entire apartment complex as I kissed her.
“Sshh,” Dulcinea said. “Close your eyes,” and she pressed a finger to my lips. I heard her get up and shuffle through some things, not sure what was up. The carpet rustled as Dulcinea knelt in front of me, and I smiled, waiting to see what new game she had for us. She took my hand, turned it palm up, and placed something in it. I frowned and opened my eyes. “What is…?” It was a little box. “OH.” My heart started racing, and I could feel my eyes grow wide. The storm outside seemed to rage ever louder, and our eyes met, setting off my pet electric butterflies in a flurry of adrenaline.
“I love you,” Dulcinea said, opening the little box. “Will you marry me?” Two slender silver rings lay in the box, an obvious set. One ring had a small diamond and yellow-gold hydrangea flower as its centerpoint. The other had a rosegold ladybug, and when the two rings slid onto my ring finger, the ladybug nestled neatly between the petals of the flower. Candlelight danced on the ring. I teared up. “Yes,” I said, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her. It was the best kiss of my life. And as if it was waiting for us, right when the kiss ended, the electricity came back on.
So, now I’m engaged to Dulcinea. I’m her fiancée and fiancé, and I couldn’t be happier—except when she says yes to MY proposal. And when we’re married. And raise cats and unicorns together. But until then, this is happier than I’ve ever been. :P