Fuck no. Luckily she is one of the most nonobservant people when it comes to some things. Also, I learned later that a vast majority of modern proposals are planned as a couple. That’s crazy because what’s the point then? Just be classy, traditional, a man (strong woman), or whatever you want to call yourself, just keep it a surprise!
I started thinking about seriously marrying her somewhere in Fall. Once that began, the bigger question became how. I course didn’t want to be cliché in any form. Her and I met in NYC, but we’ve done a ton both in and out of the city. So after racking my brain and bouncing a couple ideas off of my best friend I came up with the airport. Naturally it had to be JFK because even on LGA’s best day it’s far more of a shit show gamble.
She always jokes about me knowing the most random collection of people and this plan couldn’t have happened without one from my childhood. Another best friend, who I’ve know since the third grade, works for Delta Air Lines and talked to all the proper people on my behalf. Note: it all started with needing clearance from The Port Authority of NY & NJ, which I luckily got.
We’ve flown many places together and are very happy doing it, especially once she deferred all travel (mainly flying) decisions to me. I carefully starting bringing up a trip idea we’d been talking about for a while. Once she said ok to taking a late season ski/exploration trip to Montana I was set.
That morning I was secretly texting my inside-man who’d flown in from Atlanta the night before for a meeting and to run point of the proposal coordination at the airport. She passed out in the car to the airport, which just allowed me to exchange messages about the team running late. Arriving at JFK we went to Terminal 2 to avoid the longer security lines at Terminal 4, which is true at times and wouldn’t throw her off.
After trying to stall in the terminal I luckily got the go-ahead and had to act completely normal, even though I had an ocean of butterflies in my stomach. We made our way to the shuttle bus area that takes you between terminals and were stopped by a Delta agent asking what gate we were headed to. My friend had already informed her that the guy with the freshly shaved head was our man. From here on out this woman ad-libbed an amazing scenario.
After seeing our boarding passes she offered to shuttled us to the next terminal in one of their Porches, which they use for Delta One passengers making tight connections. She claimed it was something they were trying out and my soon to be fiancé just assumed it had something to do with my SkyMiles status.
We load into the car and drive out to the tarmac, but I then start to wonder how the hell I’m going to just get out of the car without it seeming extremely suspect. Funny enough, we get to our target ramp and she simply stops the car. There’s a pause is smalltalk and I just ask if we can get out. Sure enough we do and the woman I’m about to ask to marry me still just assumes this is an amazing experience. I come around the car to open her door and as she gets out to look up at a huge aircraft wing she faces away. Simply perfect timing.