"We met at a mutual friend's house; he was my best friend's older brother's best friend. A week after we exchanged numbers, he asked me to go water-skiing. I said yes (a little reluctantly, because it really wasn't my thing). It was a real ordeal, I couldn't stay on my board, so after half an hour I'd had enough and swam back to the pontoon where I could get out of the water. He was waiting for me there, held out his hand and in a very fluid movement we kissed."
"As for the request, he waited 6 years to make it. We were on vacation in San Francisco, we came back from a very tiring day exploring the city and he told me we could go for a picnic on the beach, overlooking the Pacific. I was really exhausted, so I told him I didn't really feel like it, given the day we'd had. But he insisted that we should at least go for a meal. I ended up choosing a restaurant and when he said I could maybe dress up a bit (to go out) I told him he wasn't going to propose that night (killjoy all the way)... And I was wrong, at dessert time, on a rooftop terrace overlooking San Francisco, he proposed... And I said yes (of course I regretted being a bit grumpy and not helping him with whatever he was proposing). "