My boyfriend has a toy stuffed dragon named Goldie. Goldie was my boyfriend’s very first birthday gift, as he was born in the Year of the Dragon. He absolutely loves it to bits — to the point where he outright wrote in his will that when he passes away, Goldie is to be cremated alongside him.
After about half a decade together, my boyfriend and I are living together. He takes me out for a really fancy dinner one day, and he pulls out all the romantic stops. I get really excited that he’s about to propose.
But then, the date just drags on, and nothing happens. I’m somewhat disappointed but still happy. It’s rare for my thrifty boyfriend to ever spend so much money.
But then we go back home, and I find a stuffed dragon toy on my bed. It’s the exact same size and shape as Goldie but slightly different. Unlike Goldie, who’s gold with red wings, this dragon is silver with electric blue wings — my two favourite colours — and has lipstick and girlier eyes.
And she’s sitting on top of a note.
Note: “My name is Sylvie. Goldie loves me to bits. Should I marry him?”
Me: “Yes! Oh, my God, yes!”
I dash right out of my room and basically pounce on my boyfriend, still incoherently screaming, “Yes!”
Later, after I’ve calmed down…
Me: “So, what gave you the idea to use Sylvie to propose?”
Boyfriend: “I found a toy-making service online that could clone stuffed toys, and I was like, ‘I can use that.’ So, I contacted them to make Sylvie. I mean, no offence to rings, but they’re so… textbook. I wanted something a bit more novel than them.”
Me: “Uh-huh. And the real reason?”
Boyfriend: *Sheepishly* “It was cheaper to commission Sylvie than to buy a diamond ring. I figured that I could do more with less.”
Me: “Cheapskate.”
Boyfriend: “Like you’d have me any other way.”
Best proposal ever.
