What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done in the name of love?
This story about a Dutch dude’s proposal fail (that I’m just now seeing after, like, a week) may just take the wedding cake. Armed with more good intentions and money than numbers in his I.Q., this guy hired someone to help him carry out the dumbest proposal ever. His plan was to suspend himself from a crane in front of his girlfriend’s window, where he’d play her a song on his guitar. Probably something he spent a lot of time writing himself. The kind which, like a bad selfie, you regret creating and distributing alike the moment you share it publicly. Then, halfway through your song you realize you’re just rhyming random words together.
So maybe it’s good he didn’t get a chance to serenade his Drew.
And that this happened instead:
Right into the neighbor’s roof.
The good news is fourfold, really. First, he didn’t have to embarrass himself while dangling in midair. Second, she said yes anyway (Yes, I wondered why at first too. But then I remembered he could afford a crane. And then I read that they went to Paris right after she said yes to celebrate. So I assume it’s ‘cause – like I said above – there’s more going into his bank than brain.) Third, nobody died. And fourth – while they were off partying, the crane fell again when the authorities arrived and got a bigger crane to try and lift it. The neighbor’s might have been able to repair their roof, but now they’ve gotta find a whole new home to live in.
I guess that’s not “good news” per se.
But it’s definitely hilarious.
Less hilarious will be when the newlyweds come back to their deadsied dog laid outside their graffiti’d door.
Ya know, I half get why a fiancé-to-be feels the need to up their proposal game in this day and age. When all these teen punks are running around after high school tail, doing their lavish “Will you go to prom with me?” stunts on daddy’s dime, how do you compete with that?
But…really?
Coming in on a crane?
It’s unoriginal and far less romantic than when that one horse did it for Catherine the Great.
I say, keep it classy so you don’t look like a horse’s ass.
Unless, ya know, she’s into that kinda thing.