So the day before we left Jamaica, I'm sitting in the hot tub watching a poolside game. They picked a pretty girl with long blonde hair out of the audience to help about 5 guys with the pushup competition. She wore a white beach dress over her swimsuit. Her job was to lie atop each guy and act as an added weight. The first guy did about 6 pushups. The second guy did 11 pushups. The third guy did 20 pushups and only admitted to being a little tired. And so on, but 20 was the highest number. Then it was a dancing competition. So each guy had to show his moves. The first guy was ok. The second man had some help from his little son who demonstrated some fast moves for his dad to copy, much to the delight of the audience. Then the guy that did 20 pushups started off with the hip gyrations then did a break dance on the floor, spinning on one shoulder. The host asked him to do a repeat performance and he obliged. And so on. Then it was the singing competition. The first guy sang a few verses of something but was clearly no singer. The second man (with the young son) sang something like 'Margaritaville', and did a good job really. The 20 pushup guy decided to do a most romantic love song and he could sing. All of a sudden, he's down on one knee and he's holding out this tiny red box and asking the blonde volunteer to marry him! She said 'yes' and the hotel photographer was right on hand to capture their moments of joy. After a few minutes, they finished the competition, and guess who got the loudest audience applause and won? It seems he hadn't planned the whole thing, but had been waiting for the right moment to pop the question.
Later that evening, I was about to tell L what had happened, it turns out she already knew as she had been playing tennis at the time and her partner's daughter ran over to tell her 'the most romantic story' in her English accent. Word spreads fast. L also saw the rainbow behind our hotel that same afternoon from the tennis court. I was on the beach and wasn't able to get to my camera in time to capture the beauty. A nice way to end our trip.
4 comments:
Aww what a lovely story, sigh if only that sort of thing happened to me :) Thanks for the comment earlier and yes I agree, I think the money should have been handed to the teachers. I did send him with his phone but sadly we couldn't top up his credit as I'd sent him with all our spare cash! To ensure he had enough to spend if he needed it :(
Welcome home. What a sweet story. I have to catch up on your posts Christine!! Are you all relaxed and tan?
That is a lovely story! Thank you for sharing it with us. Isn't it nice to know that with all the crazy stuff that is happening in the world, love survives?
I'm glad you're back--your voice was missed in the blogosphere!
Mum, did I mention he was a handsome young man, a storybook couple indeed.
Lilly, it was a good change of routine, didn't miss the cooking one bit! And I do have a healthy looking tan.
Japra, good to know I was missed! That story did make my day!
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