A couple of weeks ago Amman Badlani, an East Village resident and reader of The Local, let us in on a secret. He was planning to propose to his girlfriend of over three and a half years, and he was planning to do it on the F train. We’ll let the young romantic explain why exactly he busted out a Victorian ring from 1900 (“just as old as the building we live in, coincidentally,” he told us) while deep in the bowels of the earth Sunday. When you’re done reading, have a look at our video of the big moment.
Monique and I met on August 14, 2009 – I know the exact date because I had gone to see Animal Collective play at the Prospect Park bandshell that evening. She was at the Tribeca Grand and somehow we both ended up on the F train afterwards. I had been in NYC for about eight months up to that point and hadn’t taken the F train too many times.
So I was heading back into the city, and I missed my stop at Second Avenue. Realizing that right as the doors were closing, I looked to the left to ask the person next to me a few feet away what stop we were coming up to next — and that person happened to be Monique. She told me West Fourth was the next stop, and I stood up to look at the subway map and figured I could just get out at 14th and Sixth off of the F and take the L over to my place (my apartment was off of First Avenue).
So she happened to get out at 14th and Sixth as well, and noticed she was also walking towards the L. So we were kinda walking together, and I thanked her for responding earlier and asked her how her evening was going. We talked for a bit as we walked down to the L platform. As we were waiting, the train was taking a while, so I asked where she was going, and she said Greenpoint. So I said, “Perhaps we should just take a cab together and I get out at First Avenue and you keep going.” She thought, “Who is this guy I just met — should I really be taking a cab with him?” So we stood on the platform a bit longer, talking,…