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6月2日 The ProposalThe week that I arrived to Mexico, we met at a chic luncheon to welcome myself, Caity and Lea Ellen to our new job. He was very attentive, charming, highly educated, wealthy, and had a quirky sense of humor. I'll call him Don Juan.
Don Juan started to come by my office, checking in on how my friends and I were doing. He made arrangements to help us when our electricity went out, and taught us funny workds in Spanish. He even took us out for dinners and dancing. He was in a position of power over us, but it was perfectly acceptable to be friends outside of work. I'll admit he was a bit flirtatious, but many men in Mexico are. It was all in good fun. I soon got caught up in work and didn't really talk to him as much.
One night, several months later, Caity, Don Juan and I went to the movies together. First he dropped off Caity, and then headed towards my house. When we pulled up to the driveway, Don Juan turned off the engine and turned to face me. He had a sombre expression on his face, and wide eyes. He faltered and said,
"Sami, I have an important question to ask you.
Will you marry me?"
I choked on my saliva. Coughing, sputtering, and wheezing, I responded,
"That will never happen". I immediately felt contrite. I didn't want to give him the wrong impression, but that was harsh. Really, I was stunned.
I tried again. "What I want to say, Don Juan, is sorry, but I really wasn't expecting that. Why would you ask me that question? You don't even love me."
He responded in ernest, "Yes Sami., I love you. I have a list, you know? I have a list of the qualities that I look for in the woman. She should have a good education, talk nicely, dress nicely, and love the family. You would make a good mother you know. I want a woman who want to support me." Ah, he wanted intelligent eye candy. I was almost laughing now, thinking that this poor man really bungled his proposal to a feminist. Besides, where was the diamond for this great potential wife?
"Don Juan", I sighed, "we aren't looking for the same things. I'm going to go inside now, and we'll continue being friends, ok?" I gave him an air kiss on he cheek.
"Ah Sami", he replied, "you break my heart. Why you break my heart?".
I laughed again and told him he would be fine. He was fine, but didn't hesitate to remind me during my last week in Mexico that his offer was still on the table.
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