Kevin & Dorothy: The Proposal Story
Here is the Proposal Story I composed for Kevin & Dorothy's wedding reception, on Saturday, August 18 at the River Rock Casino Resort. I wrote this after interviewing both Kevin and Dorothy separately.
Kevin and Dorothy met at the Cactus Club a full 3 years or so before they started dating. With mutual friends, they had a nice chat and went on their separate ways. It wasn’t until a few years later that both of them were single, and they started asking about each other.
Well, Kevin claims that Dorothy started to ask the previously-mentioned friends about him, asking what he would be up to and if they’d cross paths again. In essence, stalking him. Dorothy would reply that she was just doing some good research. Although Dorothy will admit that she couldn’t exactly remember what Kevin looked like, despite the hulking physique and formidable hair. All she could remember was his voice…and hey…I don’t blame her. That thing registers 7.8 on the Richter Scale. Today, Dorothy describes Kevin’s voice as nice. Cute. Sexy. Hey Dor…try DEEP.
I guess these previously-mentioned mutual friends were growing weary of Dorothy’s research, as one of them finally gave in and emailed Kevin, asking him: What do you think about Dorothy? Even before Kevin could press reply, the same person sent a 2nd email to him saying: Actually, I don’t care what you think about her, just call her so she stops asking me about you!
Their first date was at Kits Beach where they spent 4 or 6 hours talking (depending on who you talk to). What probably was only 4 hours probably felt like 6. I mean…the other way around…those 6 hours sure flew by…couldn’t have been a minute past 4 hours in reality! Anyway, the date went so well that Kevin was actually late for work at Earl’s. Kevin strolled into the restaurant with a big smile on his face, laughing all the way to kitchen, his booming voice breaking hundreds of dollars of dishes in the process.
5 months prior to the big day, Kevin went ring shopping in what was supposed to be a surprise. However, one of Dorothy’s friends, one of the bridesmaids here, not Mary mentioning any Mary names Mary, told Dorothy the news. Thankfully Kevin didn’t tell Mary when he was actually going to propose.
But he did do the right thing and asked Dorothy’s parents for permission first. He invited himself over, and found himself staring at Mr. Tong’s back while he hovered over the stove, concentrating on his noodles. Kevin, being a man of few but very loud and deep words, politely refused Mr. Tong’s constant and repeated offers of noodles…instead asking the biggest question of his life to that point. Mr. Tong finally turned away from the stove, broke into his best robot dance (see youtube if you don’t know what I’m talking about), and excitedly screamed for Mrs. Tong to come in the kitchen, all while tending to his noodles. Ellen! Ellen! Ichiban! Dorothy is getting married. Want some noodles?
Now of all of Mr. and Mrs. Tong’s redeeming qualities, subtlety and keeping a secret aren’t among them. They must have been hanging around Mary too much. Because after that day, Mr. Tong in particular would call Dorothy often. Very often. Now there’s nothing wrong with a loving father checking in on his only daughter who doesn’t live at home. But there is something wrong when every conversation went like this:
“Hi Dorothy?”
“Hi Dad, how are you?
“Good thanks, how about you? Anything new?”
“Things are great Dad, same old same old.”
“Oh okay, so nothing new then?”
“Nope, nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Ok Dorothy…so are you sure there is nothing new?”
“Yup…I’m sure Dad. Why?”
“Oh just wondering if anything is new. You know…like something different then before. You know, new.”
“No Dad…but I’ll let you know, okay?”
“Ok…I’ll let you go then. Want to come over for some Mr. Noodles?”
Dorothy started to get a bit suspicious, especially given that she doesn’t like Mr. Noodles. Kevin to his credit, was unfazed, and kept the ring in his pocket for a couple of days prior to popping the question.
Then, on a sunny day in June, 2006, they went rollerblading and then for a walk on the Dyke in Terra Nova. Dorothy was in a goofy mood, using Kevin’s arms and hands to pantomime the songs she was singing. Too bad she wasn’t singing the right lyrics. The Village People’s famous song somehow became “In the Army” instead of the correct “In the Navy.” Macho Man became Nacho Stand. Thankfully, the sacred YMCA remained untouched.
Kevin, having enough of Dorothy’s Milli Vanilli impressions, casually slipped the ring on Dorothy’s finger, stopping the song in its tracks. He dropped down on one knee, looked into her eyes, and thanked her for not singing anymore. Then, he asked, “Baby, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Dorothy’s first response was hardly affirming: “Oh my gosh, are you serious?”
“Uh, yeah.”
The rest as they say is history. 14 months later, they stand united as husband and wife.
The date of that proposal: June 6, 2006. That’s right: 6-6-6. But despite the Devilish date, Kevin and Dorothy, you are truly a match made in heaven. Congratulations once again!
Kevin and Dorothy met at the Cactus Club a full 3 years or so before they started dating. With mutual friends, they had a nice chat and went on their separate ways. It wasn’t until a few years later that both of them were single, and they started asking about each other.
Well, Kevin claims that Dorothy started to ask the previously-mentioned friends about him, asking what he would be up to and if they’d cross paths again. In essence, stalking him. Dorothy would reply that she was just doing some good research. Although Dorothy will admit that she couldn’t exactly remember what Kevin looked like, despite the hulking physique and formidable hair. All she could remember was his voice…and hey…I don’t blame her. That thing registers 7.8 on the Richter Scale. Today, Dorothy describes Kevin’s voice as nice. Cute. Sexy. Hey Dor…try DEEP.
I guess these previously-mentioned mutual friends were growing weary of Dorothy’s research, as one of them finally gave in and emailed Kevin, asking him: What do you think about Dorothy? Even before Kevin could press reply, the same person sent a 2nd email to him saying: Actually, I don’t care what you think about her, just call her so she stops asking me about you!
Their first date was at Kits Beach where they spent 4 or 6 hours talking (depending on who you talk to). What probably was only 4 hours probably felt like 6. I mean…the other way around…those 6 hours sure flew by…couldn’t have been a minute past 4 hours in reality! Anyway, the date went so well that Kevin was actually late for work at Earl’s. Kevin strolled into the restaurant with a big smile on his face, laughing all the way to kitchen, his booming voice breaking hundreds of dollars of dishes in the process.
5 months prior to the big day, Kevin went ring shopping in what was supposed to be a surprise. However, one of Dorothy’s friends, one of the bridesmaids here, not Mary mentioning any Mary names Mary, told Dorothy the news. Thankfully Kevin didn’t tell Mary when he was actually going to propose.
But he did do the right thing and asked Dorothy’s parents for permission first. He invited himself over, and found himself staring at Mr. Tong’s back while he hovered over the stove, concentrating on his noodles. Kevin, being a man of few but very loud and deep words, politely refused Mr. Tong’s constant and repeated offers of noodles…instead asking the biggest question of his life to that point. Mr. Tong finally turned away from the stove, broke into his best robot dance (see youtube if you don’t know what I’m talking about), and excitedly screamed for Mrs. Tong to come in the kitchen, all while tending to his noodles. Ellen! Ellen! Ichiban! Dorothy is getting married. Want some noodles?
Now of all of Mr. and Mrs. Tong’s redeeming qualities, subtlety and keeping a secret aren’t among them. They must have been hanging around Mary too much. Because after that day, Mr. Tong in particular would call Dorothy often. Very often. Now there’s nothing wrong with a loving father checking in on his only daughter who doesn’t live at home. But there is something wrong when every conversation went like this:
“Hi Dorothy?”
“Hi Dad, how are you?
“Good thanks, how about you? Anything new?”
“Things are great Dad, same old same old.”
“Oh okay, so nothing new then?”
“Nope, nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Ok Dorothy…so are you sure there is nothing new?”
“Yup…I’m sure Dad. Why?”
“Oh just wondering if anything is new. You know…like something different then before. You know, new.”
“No Dad…but I’ll let you know, okay?”
“Ok…I’ll let you go then. Want to come over for some Mr. Noodles?”
Dorothy started to get a bit suspicious, especially given that she doesn’t like Mr. Noodles. Kevin to his credit, was unfazed, and kept the ring in his pocket for a couple of days prior to popping the question.
Then, on a sunny day in June, 2006, they went rollerblading and then for a walk on the Dyke in Terra Nova. Dorothy was in a goofy mood, using Kevin’s arms and hands to pantomime the songs she was singing. Too bad she wasn’t singing the right lyrics. The Village People’s famous song somehow became “In the Army” instead of the correct “In the Navy.” Macho Man became Nacho Stand. Thankfully, the sacred YMCA remained untouched.
Kevin, having enough of Dorothy’s Milli Vanilli impressions, casually slipped the ring on Dorothy’s finger, stopping the song in its tracks. He dropped down on one knee, looked into her eyes, and thanked her for not singing anymore. Then, he asked, “Baby, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Dorothy’s first response was hardly affirming: “Oh my gosh, are you serious?”
“Uh, yeah.”
The rest as they say is history. 14 months later, they stand united as husband and wife.
The date of that proposal: June 6, 2006. That’s right: 6-6-6. But despite the Devilish date, Kevin and Dorothy, you are truly a match made in heaven. Congratulations once again!
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