I thought my spontaneity was my weapon. I could catch her off guard at the town where we first met – Nelson. We were hiking in the hills and as we hopped out of the car to start our ascent, I saw a plastic tie from a houseplant that we’d just purchased – That could work… I knew this was the time. She must’ve just looked particularly marriable that day outside on the street. We hiked up and I accidentally shifted us up the wrong path… Carla was in jeans. It was hot. She was sweaty. She was angry. I began to doubt my impulsive decision.

We moved along the plateau, and the sweat dried. She calmed down a bit. This was my chance… And she said YES! After the obligatory, “Are you serious?”, of course.

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