Over the course of our relationship “Pretty Girl” by Eric Clapton had become a favorite song of ours. During a farewell party in honor of my girl friend (a job change), we all went around the table and told a story of working with her over the past few years. I went last.
When it came to my turn, the waiter brought out a huge bouquet of flowers (I had dropped them off earlier in the day), and the manager put on my CD and played “Pretty Girl”. I then dropped down on one knee and read a poem that I had written, asking her to be my wife. No one except the restaurant staff was in on the surprise. My staff of 25 certainly were surprised. By the way…the answer was yes.
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