Our decision to get married was very businesslike. We just knew, so we discussed and decided he would. We picked out the ring together. He gave it to me a few days later...
I wish I had a sweet proposal rather than a business deal. lol. I mean, I wouldn't ask him to redo it or anything, but it wasn't exactly the stuff dreams are made of.
I loved mine, however H did not. He had tried to propose 4 times that day, and I kept ruining his plan by making my own plans without even realizing it. I think it ended up perfect in the end. He would have preferred his original plan, lol.
Our decision to get married was very businesslike. We just knew, so we discussed and decided he would. We picked out the ring together. He gave it to me a few days later...
I wish I had a sweet proposal rather than a business deal. lol. I mean, I wouldn't ask him to redo it or anything, but it wasn't exactly the stuff dreams are made of.
Mine was exactly like this as well. We had been living together for a few years and it was the next natural step.
Post by firedancer49 on Jun 6, 2013 15:17:11 GMT -5
While for us it was a natural step, it was very blah. We were laying in bed and he brought up a wedding and I said "well, you have not even asked me yet to marry you" so he turned over and asked. He had picked out the ring already and it was getting sized. We went the next morning together to pick it up. Who knows if I foiled his plans and he was planning on asking after he picked up the ring.
Post by amberlyrose on Jun 6, 2013 15:18:11 GMT -5
The only thing I would change is him doing it when I had absolutely no make up on and I was on edge after being in basic training for 6 weeks. I was so worried to hug and kiss him because a drill instructor may be around the corner. LOL. Everything else was perfect, though. My parents were in on it, he found a perfect place to propose, and I was completely surprised!
It was pretty simple. We knew we wanted to get married, so we went to pick out a ring. I would have been find with a surprise as long as he followed one basic guideline (white gold, not yellow gold, but he said he wasn't spending that much money on something he didn't know if I would like. In hindsight, I'm glad I helped choose, because he would have bought a much larger diamond, and my hands are tiny and they looked tacky. Once he actually had the ring, he asked me, and I said yes. I don't know why I would have wanted anything more.
For me, asking in an elaborate proposal would feel... I think rather voyeuristic, or theatrical? Like it's more about letting other people see how amazing your actions are, and like it's more focused on the people around, not on the two of us. But that's just me. We're both rather private people.
LOL. I made DH do ours over. He flew me to the South of France and proposed in a beautiful courtyard at dusk, but he was drunk(ish) (on regional wines) (so was I). I made him do it over in bed the next morning to make sure it was binding. ;-)
I hated mine. I didn't want something more elaborate because the sentiment was right, but FFS I wanted to have some clothes on and have washed the cream off my face before he was shoving gifts in my face. The timing was just terrible. Also, if you are proposing and not having sex or have recently had sex with me, have some goddamn pants on. Not your raggedy old boxers. If you're going to go to the trouble of assembling a big gift full of sentimental stuff with a lifetime commitment at the end, at least have some fucking clothes on. I know it's the headache talking, but why was I so dumb to say yes? So glad we're divorced. ::tosses confetti::
Our decision to get married was very businesslike. We just knew, so we discussed and decided he would. We picked out the ring together. He gave it to me a few days later...
I wish I had a sweet proposal rather than a business deal. lol. I mean, I wouldn't ask him to redo it or anything, but it wasn't exactly the stuff dreams are made of.
Mine was exactly like this as well. We had been living together for a few years and it was the next natural step.
Yup, we were living together too. So it was like, "Alright, well let's just do this then?" lol. I mean, it's fine. I'm not planning a second proposal or whatever. But I am sometime envious when I hear really sweet stories.
Post by sawyerthedestroyer on Jun 6, 2013 15:21:05 GMT -5
H proposed on our back patio during dinner one night. If he had gone through with planning some big to-do at a fancy restaurant or something I would have caught on and wouldn't have been surprised. I liked being surprised.
Jake came home from a trip to see his family, and I'd been napping. He woke me up to help him bring stuff up from the car. I was putting water in the fridge when he said "Are you awake yet? Because I have a question but you have to be awake to answer it." And I said "Um, yeah, sure." So I went into the main room (we were living in a studio), he got down on one knee, handed me roses, and said "Sarah Maiden, will you marry me?" I said "Yes!" and Jake to this day will claim I said it in a "yes you idiot" tone. Then we fumbled with the ring b/c we didn't know who should put it on.
Then we had rampant sex, went out for dinner with lots of wine, and saw the Jim Krasinski (sp) and Mandy Moore movie that I can't remember the name of right now. We didn't even call anyone until the next day.
We had talked about getting engaged and I helped pick out the ring, so I knew it was coming, but the actual proposal was very cute and sappy and I loved it.
I actually found out about my proposal 2-3 weeks early when I opened up DH's email to get an invoice #. I noticed an email to a resort we were planning to stay at for his birthday weekend. He was inquiring about champagne and roses for the room, something along the lines of, "I'm planning to propose to my girlfriend on Sat. night during dinner, do you guys have a way to have champagne and roses delivered while we're out?"
I remember going out to dinner that night, totally aware that he was going to propose. It was hard to concentrate and order off the menu. I had no appetite but had to somehow play it off. Sure enough he came over to me and got down on his knee.
I've never told him I already knew of his plan. I really wish I never had never opened that email, it would have been nice to have the surprise.
Post by beautifulfields12 on Jun 6, 2013 15:32:55 GMT -5
It was fine. We were having dinner in a pub and he just pushed the ring across the table. He is not the most romantic. I would never tell him that though. It would crush him.
Side note: my dad did a whole song and dance with a limousine, champagne, super fancy dinner, and whatnot. After he proposed, she ran to the bathroom at vomited.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny