My husband the Beatnik did not want to get married at all.
Why do we need a legal contract that compels us to be happy? was his common argument.
Whenever he said it I’d give him an enormous pantomime yawn.
When we’d been together fifteen years, he suggested a trip to the Hudson Valley for a weekend getaway.
In the very center of Grand Central Station he went suddenly down on one knee and tugged a blue Tiffany box from his pocket.
We stood frozen in time, all of New York hurrying by, their footsteps echoing off the cold marble.
How uncharacteristically romantic, SWR. You do have a heart after all. But I won’t tell.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Lol! I’m rolling. But I agree. Randy, are you getting soft on us?
If you’re going to be that late in proposing… just saying. Great story!
Well, I wonder what changed in him? And to make it so romantic! Made me smile 🙂
How romantic, proposing in the centre of Grand Central Station. What a complete change. Good for him.
Very cute!
Not the most romantic of settings, but it paid off! Lovely
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precious moment!~ Thank you for sharing it!
Glad he got around to it, in the end. But I fear we are growing a new crop of Beatniks!
Never too late to be a romantic! =)
sounds like my cousin, he was 25 years before he proposed! Great take
Awww … I remember seeing quite a few of such proposals when I used to commute from Grand Central Terminal several days a week. It is a popular place to pop the question … and while I’m sure it brims with unique moments to each couple, New Yorkers do indeed just stream on by …
Nothing to see, just another couple commuting through life to a shared train …
🙂
Na’ama