Girl on Fire Check out one of our all-time favorite proposals
We featured the idyllic wedding of Ruth Tedros and Thomas Carr in the summer 2013 issue of Charleston Weddings and ran both their engagement session and bonus wedding images on The Wedding Row, but we still didnâ€™t have room to share their hilarious pop-the-question story. Read on for Ruthâ€™s telling (with Thomasâ€™ parenthetical commentary) of the big ask.
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How It Happened Ruth Tedros Carr: After dinner out one night, Thomas suggested we go to the park where we had our first real date. I suggested we rent a movie and go home because I forgot a coat, it was dark and cold, and I was just wearing a measly little dress and cardigan.
Thomas Carr: (I totally dropped the ball letting her escape the house without a coat.)
Ruth: Thomas says he has a rain jacket and a blanket in the car and that he â€śreally wants to see the pondâ€ť?
Thomas: (It was a really pretty pond!)
Ruth: I agree as long as he wraps me up like a burrito. We got to the park and I put on his blue raincoat. He wraps me up in the blanket and tucks it into my boots. I suggest we go play on the swings, but Thomas wants to go to the pavilion by the pond.
Thomas: (I was very persistent.)
Ruth: We walk over to a structure near the pond and thereâ€™s a white tablecloth on the picnic table, plus rose petals, little baby candles, and big candles all over the place. Thereâ€™s also a bottle of wine with two glasses, the wine already poured in. â€śWhat is this?â€ť I ask, and Thomas says, â€śThe park does this, itâ€™s complimentary.â€ť Thereâ€™s even a menâ€™s coat laying on the bench.
Ruth: I put the menâ€™s coat on over Thomasâ€™ raincoat, and we sit down. We face the pond, our backs to the candles. Thomas starts reading me this poem about our story, starting with when we first met at a chemistry tutoring session at Pepperdine.
About four stanzas in, I stop shivering and realize Iâ€™m quite warm, actually Iâ€™m hot, â€śIâ€™M ON FIRE!!!â€ť I scream. I stand up, look over my left shoulder and my left tricep is in flames. I throw off both coats and the blanket, and Thomas throws down the poem, and starts stomping everything like the stomping grape lady.
We are dying laughing at this point. What turned out to be our friend Cameronâ€™s jacket has a hole in it the size of a third arm. Thomasâ€™ raincoat does, too; the plastic from that melted onto my cardigan but luckily I wasnâ€™t a burn victim.
Once we put the fire out, we sit back down, he finishes the poem, and we giggle thinking about how this is so us. Then Thomas gets down on one knee and asks if Iâ€™ll marry him. I said â€śYes, of course!â€ť
Thomas: (Whew. I set my girlfriend on fire and she still said yes! Gentlemen, there is hope for us all.)