At the end of a rehearsal one day, a friend of mine (the same friend that asked me to help backstage) came up to me and said, “Raymond, I don’t know what you want to do with this information, but I thought I’d let you know that Emily likes you and thinks you’re cute.
And so we went on the picnic (which was our first “real” date), and we had so much fun together that we decided to meet up another time, and another time, and another time, and so on and so forth.
After making sure no one was too close (and building up the courage to ask), I took the ring box out of my pocket, got down on one knee (which, on a small rowboat in the middle of the water, was not the easiest thing to do), and I said, “Emily-”, and I opened the ring box.
And this time, when I opened the box, I noticed that the ring was a little crooked, and so I quickly fixed the ring, closed the box, and started again, “