Try not to laugh at my story because my guy, Erik, sometimes doesn’t put too much thought into his romantic moments. I love him just the same, though. Last year on Super Bowl Sunday, we met another couple at Hooters to watch the game, eat wings, and drink beer. We were having a blast, being silly, and catching up with our friends that we hadn’t seen in a while. We had been there for some time, when Erik and I decided to step outside for a cigarette. We were freezing, but huddled together a little ways from the other customers who had had the same idea.
I don’t know if it was my mesmerizing eyes, the stars, the electric neon palm trees, or Bud Lite, but when we were done, he took me into his arms, told me I was the best thing that ever happened to him, how much he loved me, and asked me if I would marry him. Yes, he asked me right there under the huge orange owl to be his wife. Through tears, I told him that I would marry him. I was giving him a big kiss when his friend opened the front door and asked us if we were planning on getting a room or coming back inside to join the fun. With huge grins, we quickly went back in and had huge smiles for the rest of the night. We have now been married for a little over six months and are looking forward to this year’s Super Bowl even more because it has special memories for us now.