HowHeAsked: Perfect Man, Perfect Platinum Proposal
Zach and I met in college at the University of South Carolina during the first weekend of my freshman year and his first year of pharmacy school. My cousins also went there and were friends of Zach’s.
We were all at a pool party, and I met a number of my cousins’ friends, not really remembering each one I had met or their names. After we left the pool, they told me that a guy named Zach had asked about me and wanted to see me again later that night.
We showed up at another party that night, and as I was standing with a group of people, I turned to them and asked, “so which one is Zach again?” The guy standing next to me overheard my question, then turned to me and quietly mumbled “I’m Zach.”
A couple of weeks later he was making regular dinner-date pickups on his Ducati outside my dorm.
How He Asked
Five years later we were planning a December trip to New York City. I was so excited to explore the city during this time of year and enjoy all the sights with Zach. I had our weekend all planned out—I had even convinced him to look at engagement rings at my dream jeweler on Fifth Avenue.
On our first day there, we walked around the city, got lunch and headed toward Central Park. The line at Wollman Rink was short, so we decided to check ice-skating off our New York City bucket list. We spent the next hour trying to stay on our feet and look as graceful as possible. As we were finishing, I casually told Zach how much I care about him and how I appreciate all he does for me (later, he told me that calmed his proposal nerves).
After skating, we roamed around Central Park. We came across a beautiful location, and he suggested we get someone to take our picture. I started fixing my hair (much needed!), and he positioned me for the picture.
When I put my arm around him, I felt him start to shake, and in that moment, I knew what was about to happen.
Zach looked at me and asked, “Is it necessary to go to the jeweler tomorrow?” My heart dropped as he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. He claims I said yes, but I can’t remember anything I said or did in that moment.
After we had our time together surrounded by cheering bystanders, a photographer draped in cameras walked up to us. He captured our reactions and walked us around Central Park, taking a few more pictures. After he left, Zach and I sat on a bench together in the park, and it finally started to hit me. I couldn’t stop crying (a stranger even offered me a tissue). I was so thankful for such a perfect proposal, a perfect ring and an absolutely perfect man to spend my life with.
As told by Zach: I wanted the ring to be something that would last forever and that I would be proud of. After researching different metals, I chose platinum because it offers resistance to wear and tear that can’t be matched by similar-colored metals. I know that white gold and silver are options for the bright and shiny look, but both are soft and have the potential to bend or appear worn. To seal in our love, I wanted nothing but the best, which is why I chose platinum.