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.
So, not really the reaction he was hoping for. Was it food poisoning or was that her dramatic way of stalling her response?
Well, we got in a fight and asked if he was EVER going to ask me to marry him. He then told me that he HAD a ring and had been holding on to it for a few months (!?!?!?!) and basically that's how it happened. The next morning he gave the ring to me in bed.
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.
So, not really the reaction he was hoping for. Was it food poisoning or was that her dramatic way of stalling her response?
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.
This is pretty much our story!
We were in bed just talking (not about marriage) and then he paused and got real serious and asked me. No ring. We went the next day to buy it.
I'm ok with it. But I sort of wish he went down on bended knee and held out a ring. But oh well.
I didn't get that mine was a proposal. It was an elaborate (but private) scene with rose petals & candles in my room. I thought it was just a nice gesture because I'd been having a really hard time recently. I started taking my (& his!) clothes off because I thought that was the point of the whole set-up. H had to stop me and point out the ring in the middle of my bed. He had to say something like, "Uhhh...hang on. Before we start messing around, there's a little more to this..." My H isn't usually that romantic, & I'm not usually that obtuse, but I really didn't get that he was proposing!
I usually leave out the part about trying to jump his bones when I re-tell the story
Post by thinklikeajellyfish on Jun 6, 2013 15:46:36 GMT -5
I love my proposal. Since he woke me up at 3 o'clock in the morning and made me think he was breaking up with me, he is very fortunate that he did propose. I would have killed him otherwise. You don't wake me up at that hour unless it is an emergency or you are giving me sparkly jewelry.
I love my proposal. Since he woke me up at 3 o'clock in the morning and made me think he was breaking up with me, he is very fortunate that he did propose. I would have killed him otherwise. You don't wake me up at that hour unless it is an emergency or you are giving me sparkly jewelry.
Lol I'm pretty sure that if my husband tried something like that it wouldn't end well. I'm not one of those people that wakes up easily at three in the morning. I'm not typically a violent person, but my husband insists I slapped him once when he was trying to wake me up to ask me something. I don't remember that, but he doesn't wake me up in the middle of the night to ask a question anymore, so I probably did.
DH did a great job on my proposal. I knew it was likley coming on that vacation we took, but the when/how surprised me. It was not at all a big production but the restaraunt where it happened has a fun/special meaning for us (but VERY low key). I thought he was joking when he got down on one knee after we ordered our food. He wasn't. The waiter saw what happened and bought us a bottle of champagne. We partied like crazy the rest of night, one of the best nights ever.
Post by EllieArroway on Jun 6, 2013 15:52:46 GMT -5
I completely ruined DH's proposal plan. We were at a nice restaurant for our 3rd dating anniversary and I said "you're acting so weird. Are you going to propose or something?" He was like "uh, actually, yes. That was my plan." I was just joking and didn't really think it was a possibility. I thought he was lying until he pulled out the ring. He still brings it up occasionally and tells me that is why he doesn't try to be romantic anymore.
I loved mine, it was very fitting for us. He proposed after we did some wine tasting at a local winery. He walked me out to where the grapes were and it was nice.
DH's proposal was absolutely wonderful. He caught me by surprise.
I tear up every time I think too much about it. It was one of the best moments of my life. I'll treasure it forever.
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He had knelt to the floor and asked the question. I grabbed him by his head and squealed into his thick beautiful hair. You know: the obligatory "OMG, OMG, OMG!" response.
It took me a few minutes to answer his question. lol
"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
My proposal was hilariously stupid, at least to us, and I wouldn't change a thing about it.
It was Jan 3 and it felt like 18 below outside. We had gone out to dinner and DH had the ring in his pocket the whole night. He was nervous all through dinner and kept fidgeting. But no proposal. We went back to his house after dinner and he was very quiet in the car. Finally, I guess the moment struck him and he had to do it RIGHT NOW! He was fumbling for his house key, pulled out the ring instead so he proposed right there on the front porch. His exact words were, "will you do me 3 favors? Will you wear this ring and be my wife and..." I jumped in his arms and told him yes so he never did get to the third "favor". To this day, he has no memory of what he was thinking at that moment or what the third favor could have been. Every anniversary, he reminds me that I still owe him a 3rd "favor" and he comes up with all kinds of suggestions about what that might be.
I loved the idea of mine, but the actual proposal kinda sucked timing wise. H took me away for the weekend claiming he had an interview so I had no idea what was coming. I almost ruined it bc I had just gotten a really bad haircut and couldnt do my hair so I just wanted to stay in the hotel room. He did my hair and then we went out to this super amazing restaurant. (he didn't have reservations and we almost got shut out, but H is super lucky and things always work out for him) Then when dinner was over instead of going out or taking a walk, I convinced him to go back to the room because he had to get up early for his interview. So we went back, got all ready for bed and as I'm crawling into bed he pops out with the ring and asks me. He said some sweet things and it was a nice weekend, but of all the time he had that night it was just kinda weird. I still said yes though lol
He had knelt to the floor and asked the question. I grabbed him by his head and squealed into his thick beautiful hair. You know: the obligatory "OMG, OMG, OMG!" response.
It took me a few minutes to answer his question. lol
I was perfectly happy with my proposal, because I was being proposed to by the man I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He had (and still has) all the qualities I wanted in a partner.
To me, everything else about engagements is just fluff.
Well I don't know if dislike is the right word but... I knew he was going to propose " before Easter" because he told me. The Friday before Easter he calls me and says he wants to go for a drive tomorrow. I am not a "go for a drive" kind of gal and normally I would have up up a fuss but I knew what was coming. We drive 2 hours up to the mountains. Mind you this is March in New England after a pretty brutal winter. It was 20 degrees and there was no lie 6 foot snow banks on either side of the road. We drive up to a scenic outlook, get out, wait for the crazy hikers to leave, DH gets down on one knee with the ring, asks me to marry him, I say yes, we get in the truck, stop for lunch, then drive 2 hours home. It was not romantic. A friend of DH's told him what to do so it wasn't even a "it's the thought that counts" type of situation. I would have been just as happy or happier if he did in the living room at home. At least it would have been his idea.
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Post by ElizabethBennet on Jun 6, 2013 17:19:01 GMT -5
I loved mine. H had a hard time surprising me because I we had talked A LOT about it and had already set a date that we wanted to get married. One day I suggested he go out and look at rings without me. I was hanging out at his place taking a nap and when he got back he said that he wasn't able to find a ring he could afford (we were very young and very broke lol). He had said he didn't want to come home with nothing so he bought me a pair of shoes that I had been eyeing. I was super excited about the new shoes and he asked me to try them on.
He had stuck the ring box in the toe of one of the shoes and when I looked up he was on one knee. It was very sweet and very low-key. I would have hated a big proposal in public and I'm glad he understood that.
However, I do sometimes wish that I had a different ring and feel like a total ass for feeling that way. I've never mentioned that to him.
I loved mine. It was very us. DH took me to lunch at the restaurant we had our first date. Came home to a box of momentos from our relationship, flowes and the ring. He got down on one knee and said sme very sweet this and asked. It was perfect.
Ours was fine. I was never one ot dream of getting married or engaged, and had basically no preconceived ideas/wishes.
In the winter, We went to visit the summer camp where we worked together. He asked me there. I did kind of hope he'd ask me there if the opportunity presented.
And right before he asked, i disagreed with him when he started by saying something like we were at the first place where we kissed. Lol, I was arguing where I thought it was, and then I realized he was acting a little diff than usual and decided to let him get on with whatever he was going to say hahahahaha. I just think it was kind of typical of us that I didn't just roll with it all. I didn't realize he was proposing at that point.
So, I like it. Nothing fancy, but very us. No knee, hahah. Snow was about 3 feet deep that day!
okay, no one will read this now but i don't care! (i love it)
My proposal pretty much defines our entire life/relationship.
He almost threw the ring at me the night before and just yelled, "Ugh. Marry me!" because I kept telling him I didn't want to go ballroom dancing tomorrow. I finally gave in and that didn't happen.
THEN I guess I was still annoyed so I wore FLIP FLOPS to dance...yeah...when we started walking through the woods I instantly knew.
He took me to an overlook at sunset, had his friend there to set out candles and take photos. It was beautiful!
Then, we promptly got lost on the way back to the car. In the pitch black. Trying to hike in flip flops by the light of cell phones. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Post by fuckyourcouch on Jun 6, 2013 17:38:07 GMT -5
mine was great. i don't know what i was expecting but it was totally different than i thought it would be and perfect for us. i hate surprises (my mom threw me a surprise 16th birthday party but told me about it on the way there because she knew i would hate being surprised. lol) so my h had to be pretty balanced about it but still make it surprising.
Now at 41, for some reason, I'm the most unromantic person ever and just don't care about romance at all. But in my late 20's, I was dying for something romantic. Bricco your proposal sounds awesome, but for me I hated holiday proposals, especially Christmas. I don't know maybe too cliche' or kind of riding on the coattails of an event so it makes less work and creativity on the guy's part? My DH proposed on Christmas Eve while we were in my bedroom. It was kind of no big deal. He has even said so many times over the years that he admittedly picked Christmas Eve out of laziness and he wished he's waited for our dating anniversary or took me out to dinner or did something creative. And I'm always telling him don't worry about it.
oh and not to mention I found out later that the ring he gave me was a ring he bought from his sister. It was her old engagement ring and she was divorced. I did end up getting a new ring. And now that I recall, I mentioned it on the Knot and was flamed for it, lol. Because apparently I should have been happy with even a Cracker Jack ring.