June 13, 1986 

She was way, way out of my league.
She was kind, thoughtful, sweet, talented, listened to me, and she liked me.
As far as I could tell, she loved me.
Oh, and she was HOT!
I was clueless what love entailed, but I knew I wanted to love Amy.
I also knew I didn’t want to live without her.
Not that I couldn’t live without her, but I didn’t want to.
So, on one knee, in the living room of the house she lived in I proposed.
She laughed, thinking I was kidding.
I wasn’t. I had no ring because I didn’t want to choose the wrong one.
Then we embraced.