So how was your proposal...

lostinrates

Well, I have to admit, mine was not romantic in the least and tbh, because of health problems I don't remember it that well anyway. I was unwell that night, and feeling very low and DH pointed out we'd been on our first date a year before and he climbed into bed with me hugged me and said something like its not quite what he imagined but would I marry him, then he went and made us a mug of hot chocolate.

It wasn't big or flash, but a man who stays when are so very ill...who loves you when you feel unlovable and unrecognisable. That's romance to me. Our wedding was small and rushed and a year later.

More romantically, DH told the mutual acquaintance who introduced us he wanted to marry me the night we met. I didn't even fancy him then. Just couple of weeks later I pretty much moved in with him.

daisiegg

lostinrates wrote: »

Well, I have to admit, mine was not romantic in the least and tbh, because of health problems I don't remember it that well anyway. I was unwell that night, and feeling very low and DH pointed out we'd been on our first date a year before and he climbed into bed with me hugged me and said something like its not quite what he imagined but would I marry him, then he went and made us a mug of hot chocolate.

It wasn't big or flash, but a man who stays when are so very ill...who loves you when you feel unlovable and unrecognisable. That's romance to me. Our wedding was small and rushed and a year later.

More romantically, DH told the mutual acquaintance who introduced us he wanted to marry me the night we met. I didn't even fancy him then. Just couple of weeks later I pretty much moved in with him.

I agree with you. Although nothing as serious as your health issues I was very unwell when my husband proposed to me, signed off work sick etc with a problem that we still thought could have become permanent. I loved him all the more for proposing to me when it was a real possibility I could be long term unwell, in constant pain and unable to work or do many fun things (he had checked with my consultant that the trip to Prague was ok and we only went out for about an hour or two each day and spent the rest of the time recuperating in the hotel!). Luckily I recovered, but knowing he was willing to marry me even with those prospects, meant so much and really impressed my parents, too, who were still getting used to the idea of me spending my life with someone 15 years older than me.

Seanymph

OH and I have five children between us - and lived together - and had talked about marriage and getting engaged, as you do with five kids looking at you. But I knew he wasn't bothered and I have commitment concerns....

About three weeks later we were walking the spaniel to visit the step son who was fishing at a nearby lake.

OH was a bit pre-occupied, but I ignored him, he'd just come home from work and I figured he'd had a bad day.

As we approached the lake up a trackway he said 'this getting engaged business we were talking about'.

At which point the dog shot past us and jumped into the lake pursuing ducks, two nearby fisherman started shouting abuse about fing dogs - and the step son spotted us from the other side of the lake and shouted 'dad, dad, dad, dad - i got one - dad, dad, dad, dad'.

I started laughing uncontrollably and OH had to drag out sodden spaniel, grovel to departing fishermen (I kid you not, they packed up their gear - the spaniel had pretty much covered every inch of that end of the pond in his swimming) and also fend of SS who ran around the lake to start bending his ear about what he'd caught (he was about 12).

I didn't actually answer him for almost an hour - when I made him ask me properly as he was so crap at it the first time.

Over the next three years or so before we got around to getting married I gave him the ring back (we bought it together, antique shop, fairly cheap but I love it) - anyway, I used to give it back, and he had to ask me properly and in a new way. it became a standing joke really.

So he actually proposed, if I'm honest, several hundred times, in lots of places, and in many ways.

But the first time he was useless.

We had our first anniversary this week.

Velvet_Glove

We'd just bought our first place and he told me: "we've got the last box to open - it's got your name on so it must be yours".

I was fairly :huh: as I was sure that a) we'd unpacked everything and b)I hadn't labelled any box with name (taking the traditional kitchen, living room, bathroom, etc, route)

He set it out for me on the sofa and inside was this horrific, gaudy, giant orange THING. I sat looking at it for about 10 minutes thinking "no way do I own anything that ghastly, that can't be mine".

When I looked up at him, completely confused, he said pointedly, "it's been 9 years..." the penny dropped. The horrible orange gaudy thing was the cheap glass ring his dad had presented his mum with as a promise to get engaged back in the 1970s. And two weeks later my mum brought down some family heirlooms for me to choose from, so now my great grandmother's beautiful opal and diamond ring is my engagement ring. :T

MrsRogers

My then boyfriend whisked me off for a long weekend to Paris and on the
last night following the most amazing meal he went down on one knee on the bridge outside Notra Dame which was all lit up and spectacular.
He presented me with a beautiful diamond ring which he had chosen the diamonds and had specially made for me!
Unbeknown to me he had also already asked my father for his blessing before we went!

pukkamum

Pukkadad - my mum says now we are living together I should buy you a ring, do you want one?
Pukkamum - yes okay then.
Pukkadad - brill, lets get some eckys and go raving.
Pukkamum - oh I do love you pukkadad.

tinkerbell28

I was in very early labour, in bath, in the hospital. They were trying to stop it and put me in the bath. I was blinded with fear/pain drugs.

I told him to f**k off. 6 months later we somehow ended up married in a big white wedding....I do get the hypocrisy there, considering we'd obviously done the deed some time before :eek:

mountainofdebt

do you know I can't remember.......but 25 years is a long time.

butler_helen

I loved my proposal.

We went for a long pre-baby weekend away, we went for an amazing meal where he was a bit shifty but I assumed it was because he was nervous about the baby arriving. (I was 38wks so going away was a risk).

We had the meal, walked back to the posh hotel bar, we were talking about life and making plans when he says "I've got you a gift", he has a links of London box, so I assume its a new charm for my bracelet, I open it to reveal and envelope charm (I was a bit disappointed!), he says it opens, so I open it up an printed on the inside in the tiniest writing is "will you marry me". But before I could read it he was down on one knee with a gorgeous ring box proposing.

The charm reminds me of the amazing moment which was especially nice as the ring didn't fit my bloated pregnant fingers.

cloudy11

No big proposal here! We were out on a walk (beautiful September day) and we both just decided together that we were ready to get married and so we should. Perfect for us as neither of us are big romantic gesture type people and I would have found that really odd. If my husband had tried to do a big proposal it just wouldn't have felt right for us and I would have told him to get up!

I still love thinking about that day though, it was very special.