It started with a sunset walk on the beach, with small confessions and reminiscing. After a cheesy (and long rehearsed) subtle speech, I got down on one knee in the powdery white sands of Destin, and a few things happened that I wasn't expecting First, Natalie forgot to execute a long standing joke that she would pretend to faint when I asked (much to my relief). Second, before I could even start to say anything ….. SHE SAID YES She jumped on me and we kissed, laughed, and cried. But Natalie broke her own golden rule: a gentlemen needs to properly ask. So this gentleman made sure to properly ask her to marry him. We spent the next hour watching the sunset and repeating "Holy shit we're getting married." -Scott