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What would be the ultimate marriage proposal you'd like to get,or did get?
MyFamily:
My poor DH - he had a set idea of how and where he was going to propose. I'm not sure why he thought his plan was so perfect, but in his mind it was perfect. Except when we got there, there were people there that we knew and he didn't want an audience (he's a private person). So, we left and he was trying to figure out what to do but I had to be somewhere and once he makes up his mind to do something, he's going to do it. So, he pulled the car over, turned to me and asked me if I'd marry him. It was pretty awesome. We still have that car, but it is slowly dying and will need to be replaced soon. I'll be sad when it goes.
snowflake:
I hesitate to say this because some people will lambaste me for etiquette. (And I still maintain that I behaved with integrity and there is nothing boorish or mean about it.)
I was proposed to at a swanky restaurant with a view of the water while being presented with a dozen red roses. It was everything I had ever dreamed of. The man proposing used a loud voice so everyone looked over and cheered.
I had been dating him for two months. TWO. We had been friends for a year before that but we didn't know each other in any sort of real intimate way. (I don't mean that in a sexual way, I mean that in a mental way. We were still in the "honeymoon" phase.) I probably made all sorts of funny fish faces before I finally, "Could we not talk about this yet."
It's a long story and I won't bore you with the details. But what had been shaping up to be a great relationship just went down from there. We both couldn't accept the other's behavior in that matter. He thought I was being stubborn and could have at least compromised enough to get engaged while we discussed it. I thought that he was pushing me too fast and it wasn't unreasonable to want some space.
So DH and I talked about getting married and getting serious for about a year before we decided that we really should. He said, "Oh, should I plan to propose now?" I thought of my previous experience and said "Uh, actually, would you mind skipping that part? The fantasy just hasn't ever been the same since the last one."
It sounds awful, but over a decade later, it turned out to be absolutely perfect for us. Our married life has involved lots and lots of dashed fantasies and realizations that just rolling with life can be wonderful, magical and romantic. I still remember the very plain moment I got engaged with lots of fondness.
ShanghaiJill:
--- Quote from: MamaMootz on April 26, 2012, 11:03:58 AM ---I have mine to add.
It was Christmas Day and I was at my apartment with my Dad, who would come over to spend Christmas Eve with me and then go spend the day with his girlfriend. DF came to my apartment in the morning and kept insisting that we drive to the shore that day to leave flowers for my mom. She had passed away 5 years earlier, was cremated and her ashes were scattered at her favorite shore point. I always went to leave her flowers at the holiday.
So, roses in hand, we drove to the shore, and I went to the water to leave the flowers - 6 of them. I was thinking of my mom and how much she would have loved DF, when I turned around and he was down on one knee, tears in his eyes. I thought he had hurt himself and was asking if he was OK and then he took the ring out and proposed. Before I had a chance to respond, 1 rose washed back to me and stayed at my feet. It was as though my mom was watching it and saying, "Go ahead, he's the one."
The story gets even weirder, as we were walking back to the car after we said yes, and we walked straight into my ex boyfriend on the boardwalk - the one I almost married. He was with his wife and kids taking a walk as he lived down there and he didn't celebrate Christmas.
To top it off, I was looking at the newspaper later that night, and my horoscope for that day read, "Consider making a new romantic commitment or strengthening an old one. Just say 'I do'."
I think the Universe was screaming at me, don't you?
--- End quote ---
I love those universal screams! 8)
MyFamily:
--- Quote from: snowflake on April 26, 2012, 01:08:13 PM ---I hesitate to say this because some people will lambaste me for etiquette. (And I still maintain that I behaved with integrity and there is nothing boorish or mean about it.)
I was proposed to at a swanky restaurant with a view of the water while being presented with a dozen red roses. It was everything I had ever dreamed of. The man proposing used a loud voice so everyone looked over and cheered.
I had been dating him for two months. TWO. We had been friends for a year before that but we didn't know each other in any sort of real intimate way. (I don't mean that in a sexual way, I mean that in a mental way. We were still in the "honeymoon" phase.) I probably made all sorts of funny fish faces before I finally, "Could we not talk about this yet."
It's a long story and I won't bore you with the details. But what had been shaping up to be a great relationship just went down from there. We both couldn't accept the other's behavior in that matter. He thought I was being stubborn and could have at least compromised enough to get engaged while we discussed it. I thought that he was pushing me too fast and it wasn't unreasonable to want some space.
So DH and I talked about getting married and getting serious for about a year before we decided that we really should. He said, "Oh, should I plan to propose now?" I thought of my previous experience and said "Uh, actually, would you mind skipping that part? The fantasy just hasn't ever been the same since the last one."
It sounds awful, but over a decade later, it turned out to be absolutely perfect for us. Our married life has involved lots and lots of dashed fantasies and realizations that just rolling with life can be wonderful, magical and romantic. I still remember the very plain moment I got engaged with lots of fondness.
--- End quote ---
How did you behave badly? A proposal is a request, not a demand from your owner. You didn't yell, you didn't run out screaming - you said no.
Clair Seulement:
I was engaged in Salvador Dali's tomb, in Figueres, Spain (the tomb part was a serendipitous accident). It was like all the most precious threads of my life (surrealism, morbidity, vacation, this guy) culminated in one explosion of meaning.
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