I don’t think he was an idiot, although I don’t know whether the waters he was diving into are dangerous.
What’s weird to a man of my years is this was clearly not just about her, him, or them. The proposal was going to be put onto social media. In the event it was posted after he died.
For my generation a marriage proposal was a private affair. I remember once watching Oxford United play at home and at half time a guy went onto the pitch and proposed to his girlfriend. Everyone started chanting “Does she take it, does she take it, does she take it up the arse? Does she take it up the arse?”. I don’t get public displays of what used to be private moments.
would’ve been even funnier if one side of the stadium had chanted that, and the other side replied “she did, she did, she did take it up the arse from me and my mates”
Long time ago, I was snooping around in the bushes on top of Telegraph Hill, San Francisco, looking for a possible bivouc site. There’s some kind of monument there and I was emerging from cover behind that, but there was a couple there.
Rather than startle them (you can get shot in the US startling people: You can get punched in the face anywhere) I ducked down and waited for them to go.
They didn’t. He proposed. Bit of a speech. She accepted. It got quite emotional. And private.
I don’t get public displays of what used to be private moments either, and I wasn’t enjoying this, honest.
I broke and ran.
They did’nt get public displays of what used to be, like a second ago, a special private moment, either, but fortunately the guy didn’t catch me.
He was, er, BIG and ANGRY, but I was faster. And fully dressed.