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Charla and Tara (name that reference!)'s friendship hails back to the days of yore, to nursery rhymes and toys, scrunched hair and entire cakes. Now living in two different cities, sharing our urban and semi-urban adventures. Basically, conversations about low-calorie snacks and boys, with random other things sprinkled in.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Revival of an old feature: Highlights from the NYT Wedding Pages

I love this man:
The tone of Mr. Beaumont’s e-mail messages also turned much more personal: “I woke today happy and full of anticipation of our first date,” he wrote. “I value the friendship that we have created and hope it will grow into something truly special, full of romance and love, butterflies, family, adventure, happiness and most of all, a deep friendship that has no boundaries.”



When I read the paper version of the NYT this morning (my greatest luxury besides my fancy gym), I started out thinking this girl was hysterical and also that I sort of related. Chopped her food up into small pieces! Love it! But then I listened to the video-version, and good god, she is annoying. (See link)

Ms. Genser and Mr. Burkhoff met online in July 2001, and after four years of dating, Ms. Genser was certain Mr. Burkhoff was going to pop the question on five occasions last year.

The first was a Yankee game in October 2005 without a proposal.

Strike 1.

Then there was a marathon Mr. Burkhoff ran in Washington that month — but the only thing waiting for Ms. Genser at the finish line was her tired marathoner.

A few weeks later they vacationed in Miami.

They became tan, but not engaged.

Then they attended a Neil Diamond concert, but the singer was the only diamond Ms. Genser saw that night.

“I knew she was expecting something,” Mr. Burkhoff said. “So to ensure an element of surprise, I had to keep throwing her off track.”

On New Year’s Eve, the suspense continued.

The night began with drinks at the Waldorf, but Ms. Genser found no ring at the bottom of her wine glass. At dinner in Mr. Burkhoff’s apartment, she cut her food into small pieces. Again, no hidden ring. They played Scrabble, but there was no ring in the bag of letters.

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Blogger tarabeet said...

lol did you ever have any further contact with him?

6:56 AM  

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