Since Rob and I started dating almost four years ago, I have always begged him to take me on a romantic ice skating date. We live in New York City, so there have always been plenty of options for making this date a reality; Central Park, Rockefeller Center and Bryant Park all have outdoor rinks open during the winter. The problem is, however, that Rob hates ice skating because of a traumatic memory of falling repeatedly during ice skating lessons when he was younger. I had worked to reassure him that it would be different now because I would be there to hold his hand as we skated. He usually replied "maybe someday, " so you can imagine my surprise when, on the day of the first snowfall in NYC, he said okay when I suggested going skating.
After work, he picked me up, and he kept repeating how nervous he was on our walk to Bryant Park, one of my favorite places in the city. I didn't think anything of this, as I knew he was afraid to get out on the ice. He was a good sport, and we skated around the rink a few times, holding hands as the snow fell quietly around us. After a few laps, we decided to leave to get a nice dinner. As we walked around the park, I unintentionally set myself up for the proposal by making a remark about how beautiful the Christmas tree was and how romantic the city atmosphere seemed to be. The next thing I knew, Rob said he had something to ask me and was on one knee, presenting me with a ring and asking me to marry him! I couldn't have been more surprised; it was such a memorable moment that we'll never forget.