After 5 years of leading an educational hospitality facility in Praia, Capitol of the Capeverdian Islands (West Africa), I came to the USA to visit friends in Fremont, CA and was supposed to leave the country at 9/11/2001. Due to the tragic events I could not get on my flight out and had to stay a little longer. Just for the fun of it my friend Rita posted an ad for me in one of those one-and-only matchmaker pages knowing perfectly well that I was NOT looking for a husband or even boyfriend. But we had a lot of giggles and lols and it was just fun. One day I got a response to my ad and immediately accused my friend of constructing it to tease me because it was describing so exactly the kind of man it would have looked for if I would have been looking, that only somebody who knew me very well could have written that response. Rita denied and I sent back an email just out of curiosity. Two days later Michael and I met for lunch and I had the best time of my life. The next day he took me to San Francisco for the most amazing day with lunch at a waterfront restaurant, a visit to an old church where (coincidentally) a boy choir sung my favorite hymn (dona nobis pacem) and dinner at the
Teatro ZinZanni.
In our conversations he mentioned more that once (biiiig understatement!) his little Yorkie girl Mitzi, how much he loved her, how he raised her from a little pup all by himself, took 3 weeks of vacation when he got her, drove home every day at lunch time to walk her, and... and... and...
To make a short story even shorter, two days later he asked me to marry him with the following words: "Will you marry me? I am ready to commit and you and Mitzi will be my life!"
Who could resist such a proposal including the other love of his life, his Yorkie? Exactly one week after I heard from him the first time we got married in Reno and are happily married ever after.
Now... what's your romantic Yorkie story?
