I planned the perfect loving night for our wifey and I.
After dating for five years I wanted to make our relationship permanent.
Not that I didn’t want to marry her earlier, however I couldn’t. I had gone into the Navy right out of high college. I signed up when I was sixteen, and I wasn’t dating her then. I met her in our junior year. When I turned eighteen, I was called up, and I had to go into the Navy and serve our time. Luckily, both of us lived close enough to the Naval base, that both of us were dating for 2 years, until I was put on a submarine. I had taken classes in Heating, Ventilation, and A/C while on the mainland. They needed Heating, Ventilation, and A/C professionals on the submarines to make sure there is heating, , ventilation, and a constant flow of fresh air when underwater, and on the water. I loved our job, but after five years, I was ready to shuck the US Navy uniform and don the uniform of an Heating, Ventilation, and A/C professional. I was out of the Navy for about many weeks when I knew I wanted to marry our wifey. I had a loving setting and her preferred food and flowers on the table. The ring was tucked inside her napkin. She was in the condo five hours, when the component died. I had to change our clothes and put on an outdated shirt to go outside and repair the AC component before our night was ruined. I don’t suppose I have ever fixed an AC component that suddenly and never will again.