Part Two : How I Said No to the Eiffel Tower

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From Thailand we flew to London to spend some time with friends in Cambridge for a couple days before heading over to Paris.  Cambridge was a blast – we wandered around and drank beer in pubs (this doesn’t sound too exciting, but trust me; when you live in China, pubs are a welcome site).

We were walking around one day and BF says, “You know, if I was ever going to propose to you I wouldn’t even know what size ring to get you.”  Well, to be honest I’m not much of a ring person so when a few minutes later we walked by a jewelry store I said, “Why don’t we go in there and get my ring finger measured?”

BF proceeds to make a big deal like I’m torturing him.

(Okay, so I know some of you would totally have gotten his little trick, but marriage was so far from my mind that I didn’t GET IT.)

So we get my ring finger measured and the dude in the store is making me try on loads of different rings and one in particular I fall in love with (emerald cut in a platinum band), but of course in my mind marriage isn’t going to happen so I give the ring back and don’t think about this little episode until much later.

Off we fly to Paris, where it’s raining and miserable.  Below is a copy of the email we sent to friends and family announcing the engagement, which pretty much explains it:

Once upon a time there was a Big Bear and a Little Bear who went to Paris, the city of love.  The Big Bear wanted to go up the Eiffel Tower, but the Little Bear said, “That’s SOOO cheesy. No way!”

Then the Big Bear wanted to go on a bateau-mouche, and then to Montmartre.  Every time the Big Bear suggested something romantical, the Little Bear said, “NO! I want to read a book in a cafe! Why are you being so WEIRD and CHEESY?”  The Big Bear answered, “Paris is the city of ruv and I ruv, ruv yo!“  The Little Bear rolled her eyes.

Then the Little Bear got sick (she couldn’t resist the steak tartar), and then they had to go home, to China.

They were eating fajitas for supper one night (the Little Bear’s most favourite) and drinking champagne (the Big Bear’s most favourite) when the Big Bear put a little box, with a sparkly diamond ring in it, in front of Little Bear and said, “I tried really hard to give this to you in Paris, but you were a Grumpy Bear.”

The Little Bear was speechless.  Finally, the Big Bear said, “Will you?” and the Little Bear said, “OMG I WILL!”

The lesson?  When your BF asks you to go up the Eiffel Tower, DO IT!  Also, BF was sneaky about the ring in Cambridge, going back to buy it when I was getting my hair done the next day and then carrying it around with him the whole time in Paris, waiting for a romantic opportunity to give it to me.  He got so irritated and weird that I sent an email to my friend when I got back saying that I thought he was going to break up with me.

I was totally shocked when he set the ring down in front of me that I didn’t say anything.  BF had to prompt me to answer because I was literally speechless and of course I said YES!

Part Three coming soon…

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