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Hope this hasn't been posted before, but it's a fun subject!

Just curious to hear your proposal stories. Whether it be something small or a huge elaborate proposal.

warrrreagl

After being together for 8 years, Grancey and I were out at our favorite restaurant one night. We had recently been discussing the subject of marriage for the first time in our relationship, so I asked, "Well, do you want to?" and she said, "Yeah, I guess so." And I said, "Well, this feels weird." And she said, "Yeah it does. Let's don't tell anybody yet so I can get used to the idea."

We had our rehearsal dinner at that same restaurant.

This month will be our 12th anniversary.

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ShaniFaye

ours isnt all that "spectacular"

We were having sex, I was on top doing my thing and teasing him (one of those 3 hours fun fests) when Dave proposed. We'd been together about 3 months at the time. We annouced it to his parents 5 months later for mothers day, then we set the date last November.

actually I take that back, it was spectacular cause the sex was REALLY good that nite

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warrrreagl

Well, the grilled chicken salad was pretty damned good that night in our story....

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tecoyah

Naked, Laying on a hotel bed....Half drunk on blackberry brandy...she never even said yes


But....she didnt really need to

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ophelia783

I let majik_6 take this one.....According to him, it's his story to tell because he proposed, not me

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quadro2000

I was going to post my story, but I had a strong case of deja vu going on.

Sure enough...

You can find my story (and others) in this thread.

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majik_6

lol, ophelia's more than welcome to give her take on it, I just wanted to give the background story. Well here goes:

ophelia and I have been dating since January of '05, and we'd been discussing marriage since slightly after that (for the record, we've known each other significantly longer than that). I knew that I wanted it to be special, but I was kind of strapped for cash and I didn't have much time to work on things. The next time that I'd be seeing her was slightly after Valentine's Day, so I figured I could use that as an excuse to take her out for a nice dinner and make up a good gift without her getting suspicious (the proposal was to be a total surprise).

I went ring shopping first off around the middle of January to find the perfect ring. She'd been wanting something with either pave diamonds or pretty filagree work, but all of the rings that had the look she wanted had very detailed bands to go with it, which wouldn't work (since we're following some Jewish traditions in our wedding plans). However, at one jewelry store I found a ring that had a slightly Art-deco feel, but was also very modern. A bridge of channel-set diamonds accented the center stone, but still let it look some-what traditional.

Then I set about finding a unique way to present my message. I decided that since music was a big part of both of our lives I'd try to make a mix cd of songs that meant something to us both as a couple. Once I got to thinking about it, I decided that it would be even more special if I was to perform/record the songs as opposed to just downloading them from iTunes. I talked to one of my friends about it who plays guitar, and he said he'd be happy to help out. We took advantage of my job at a radio station to use the recording studio there and started working on the CD.

It took almost all of our free-time for about a month (we could only record after work, often staying at the station until 3am). It made it really tough, since I couldn't tell ophelia what I was working on, and she was becoming somewhat unhappy about the amount of time I was spending with my friend (time that I couldn't really account for). However, after countless nights of recording, we finally had a near-professional cd with 3 tracks: "Grow Old With You"-Adam Sandler, "Vindicated"-Dashboard Confessional, and "our song" which is "To Be With You"-Mr. Big. I finished up the cd by using Illustrator and Photoshop to create a label for the cd and a cover with a glowing wedding band and a Hebrew quote that my fiancee has always said she'd like to have engraved on her wedding ring.

Fast forward to the Friday I proposed: Ophelia'd just flown in the day before, and we were in Columbus, OH for some shopping and a nice dinner. I had picked out what I was told was one of the best sushi restaurants in town, with a modern atmosphere and good food to be followed up with drinks at a tapas bar down the street. We had a great time and enjoyed some top-shelf sake (maybe a bit more than I'd intended to drink that night ). After the tapas bar, we cabbed back to the hotel where I told her I'd finally give her the present I told her I'd made for her (she thought I was fairly broke, so she was expecting a painting). However, I presented her with the CD which she really loved. Then, I told her I had one last bit to the present, although it was probably small and lackluster next to the CD. I had her close her eyes, and then when she opened them, I was one knee asking her to be my wife. I don't think it set in what was happening until she realized that I referred to her by her full-name (I always said that's how she'd know I was proposing).

I'll never forget what she said as I slipped the ring on her finger, when she looked at me with tears welling in both our eyes: "You're joking,right? Wait, is that thing real?!"

Once she got over the initial shock, she of course said yes, and we actually started compiling wedding ideas that same week. We're hoping for a fall wedding, probably in 2008.

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Everytime

thats a great story ^^

StanT

I nominate mine for least romantic:

At the OB-GYN we got the news that her pregnancy was going to be difficult and that a caesarian was very likely. Her insurance did not cover pregnancy in unmarried women. Mine would cover her, regardless, if we were married. The conversation went something like "You wanna deal with $20k in doctor bills or you wanna get married?". We went up to the courthouse a few days later.

Lead543

majik_6 and ophelia783 that's such a beautiful story. It made me crrrryyyy!!
Now for my proposal story
..... I'll get back to yall in another 5 years.

ophelia783

Majik forgot to mention a few details, which lead to believe that he was merely insane, and not about to propose.

We had been great friends since last July, right around the time that my ex-bf passed away in a car accident while I was working at a summer camp. Since I came home in August, the longest we've gone without talking is 3 days.

We finally met up for New Year's, and he swept me off my feet. I knew there was way more there than I ever wanted to admit. In fact, his first proposal was 2 days after we had officially started dating. My response? I promptly asked him to pull the car over so that I could throw up. Another thing, I had once told him that if he proposed when I was undressed, I'd immediately say no.

I knew I wanted to marry him, but he had also told me that he wouldn't be able to afford a ring until July, and maybe not until November, which upset me greatly, but there was nothing I could do about it. Then he started spending tons and tons of time with one of his friends until like 2 a.m., and not tell me why. I had no idea that he had already bought me a ring, especially since he told me that he was painting me something for my V-Day present.

I fly down to W.Va. on February 17th, after having the worst airport experience EVER. We get back to his apartment, and he asks me, "If I tell you where your gift is and not to look in that room, will you?" And I'm like, "I'm curious, so yeah, I will." He starts carrying a cooler with my gift inside everywhere: to school, to the bathroom, wtc. I'm thinking he's insane, because it's just a painting. We drive down to Columbus the next day, and right before we leave, he asks me to bring my Discman so that if I fall asleep early, he'll have something to do in the hotel room without waking me up.

5 hours later, we're getting ready to go out for dinner: first to Haiku for some sushi, then to the Burgandy Room for some Tapas and champagne. While we were at Haiku, majik's favorite band, The Postal Service, comes on, and he starts tearing and talking about what a perfect night this is, and how everything's coming together perfectly. At Burgandy Room, the waiter asked us if we were celebrating something special, and majik all of a sudden got super-paranoid and agitated, and was like, "No, not at all, I don't know what we could be celebrating." Most women would probably realize something was up; not me, I just thought he was insane.

We get back to the hotel room, and I start taking off my clothes to slip into PJs, and he starts flipping out, repeating over and over, "put your clothes back on!!!" I ignored him, but kept my earrings on with my pjs to maintain some effect of what I had been wearing previously. He tells me that I had been very good, and that I could have my present, and to pull out my discman. He shows me the CD which I thought was beautiful, and half-way through listening to it, I start to cry. He's like, "Are you crying?" and I thought he was making fun of me, so I stopped. Finally, he tells me to close my eyes and that he has another small gift to give me.

I open my eyes, not even noticing he's on one knee. He says my full name, with me kissing him between each name, because I have no idea what's coming, and then when he says my last name, I start freaking out, because the fact that he's proposing all of a sudden becomes very clear to me. Majik went on about how much he loved me, asked me to be his wife (to which I said yes), and slipped a beautiful ring on my finger. Because I'm such a tactful person, the next words out of my mouth were "Is it real?", followed by "I feel so bad that we don't have any condoms!!!"

But to make up for it, I immediately gave him an hour of great head.

It sounds so much sweeter the way he tells it.

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JustJess

Okay, that one got me.
Nice work!!!

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Redlemon

The majik_6-n-ophelia783 story cracks me up!

So, my story. I started dating Hotdish our freshman year of college. The first year out of college was the first time I went to a wedding, it was a college friend of ours. When we returned to the hotel following the wedding, I took out a "reservation" on her; I told her that I would marry her someday, but since we were only 2 months out of college and trying to establish ourselves professionally, it wasn't time yet. Hotdish is also an engineer, and very logically-minded, so this made perfect sense to her. There was very good sex that evening.

Fast-forward two years. I've made the decision to propose (the ring purchase was held until later). She grew up 5 minutes from the Atlantic Ocean and has salt water in her veins. It is summertime, and we are visiting her folks and have a visit planned to her favorite beach (a state park). She was in a bad mood, had been fighting with her dad about something, everything that could screw up a proposal. Women tend to do that.

So, we are waist-deep in the Atlantic, holding each other. I decide to warm her up with a few "yes" questions; "Are you feeling better now?", that sort of thing. Then, "Will you marry me?".

Her immediate response: "Are you serious?" Gee, thanks. Then, seeing the look on my face, she said "Yes. God, yes. Oh God." And broke down crying.

We're happily coming up on 11 years of marriage now, and 18 years of being together.

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majik_6

There's some really great stories in here!

Redlemon: Glad to here I'm not the only that got an "Are you serious?"! Good to hear you guys are still going strong.

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Charlatan

There comes a time when you know you want to commit to the person you love. It took apendicitis (a long story) but I came to understand that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my girlfriend (now wife).

She had moved back to Toronto for the summer leaving me in Ottawa where we were going to school. We had arranged for her to come to Ottawa on the weekend of my birthday at the end of June so we could go camping on my roommates family land in the Gatineau Hill north of Ottawa. She thought it would be just a camping trip but I had other plans.

I had been to my friend's land a few time on day trips (they only had the land and hoped to one day build a cottage) and it was really beautiful property. It was a small spring fed lake upon which there was only one other cottage. The rest was crown land.

On the day my girlfriend was to arrive, I drove to the property early in the morning (it was about an hour or so drive from downtown Ottawa) to set things up. On previous visits I discovered a small cliff at one end of the lake. At the top of the cliff was a large rocky outcrop that poked out of the trees and afforded a beautiful view of the entire lake. It was here that I laid out a picnic (wine, strawberries, mosquito net, blanket, etc.).

The comical part of this story is the fact that the weekend before she was to come to Ottawa my girlfriend broke her collar bone. She trains horses and teaches riding and in the course of doing this, a horse tossed its head just right and SNAP... She called me to let me know she wasn't sure she wanted to go camping as she was in a very attractive figure-8 harness. There was no way I was going to change my plans. So I assured her all would be fine.

She arrived and we drove to the land. When we arrived, I got the tent up and the camp all prepared. She was tired and just wanted to chill out by the water's edge... I wouldn't have any of it. I suggested we go for a walk, that there was a great view I wanted to show her. Unfortunately, in order to get to where I had my picnic all set up she had to scale a small sandy cliff. It was only about 10 feet high and for an able bodied person was no big task. For a tired, and increasingly grumpy person with a broken collar bone it was a slightly greater task to say the least.

However, with me pushing from behind we managed to the ascent. I should mention she was suggesting we take a walk in another direction but again, I suggested we press on as it levelled out just ahead.

At the top of the cliff we had to travel up hill through some brambles and some denuded, pine trees. Again, no big deal for the able bodied. Gimpy, increasingly cross girlfriends on the other hand did not have it quite so easy. Needless to say, I stayed just far enough ahead that she would have to keep following but more importantly just out of reach (in case she broke off any branches and tried to smack me with one). I assured her that it was only a short hike to the great view...

When we finally broke through to the clearing she saw the picnic basket, the blanket, the view and knew that all the trudging up the hill *had* been worth it...

I served her the wine and fed her strawberries and cheese. Before too long we were both naked and making passionate love on the rocky precipice... it was at this exact moment... as if I had planned it all along that the skies opened up with a torrential downpour. Riotous flashes of lightening filled the sky followed by massive earth shaking thunderclaps. It was truly impressive. Let me tell you there is nothing more exticing that making love in the torrential elements. Then, almost as soon as it had appeared the storm lessened and then vanished leaving only the sounds of thunder in the distance and the drip of water falling from the pine needles above.

It was then, huddled under the blanket, still embraced that I looked her in the eyes and asked her to grow old with me. To have children with me. To spend the rest of our days together. She barely paused before answering yes.

Our 12th wedding anniversary will be in about three weeks time. I cannot imagine my life without her...

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Redlemon

As I said... women will do almost anything to mess up our carefully-made proposal plans.

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ophelia783

BTW, I forgot to mention that majik and I met online on a body-modification website (BMEzine, to be exact), and were engaged 52 days after the first time we met in-person.

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the_marq

Probably the most romantic thing I have ever done, or perhaps the only romantic thing I have ever done.

E and I had been togehter for about 3 years. We met thru friends, her best friend is married to a good friend of mine, so we had actually known each other for about a year before we started dating. So anyway, after 3 years together I decided that it was time for me to consider marriage. We had moved in together after about two years and I was pretty sure (is anyone ever totally sure?) that she was who I wanted to marry.

I wanted everything to be a surprise, just like in the movies where the leading man produces a diamond ring in a romantic situation and the leading lady swoons and breathes a romantic sigh as she says "yes." So to keep this level of secrecy, I never once mentioned the word "marriage" or "wedding" in her presense. Maybe I am kidding myself, but so far as I could tell she had no idea what I was planning, but chances are I am not as sneaky as I like to think I am.

I saw an opportunity on the horizon sometime around May of last year (2004), the only reason I remember the date is because the Calgary Flames were in the middle of a pretty awesome playoff run, and I went down the to the diamond store after an afternoon game one Sunday. I went down to the store and wandered around looking at settings for about 2 hours, trying to figure out what I could afford and what she would like. I must have looked at about 1000 rings, seriously a thousand, Spence Diamonds has a pretty massive selection. I kinda figured out what I could afford, and had a long talk with the 'diamond expert' to figure out what diamond I was interested in. From a purely academic POV i loved the process, I learned a ton about diamonds and grades etc.. but from an emotional stand point I was a little concerend at this point. You see, E and I had just bought a house togehter that month and were planning a 3 week vacation to England and Ireland for that coming August, so I was a little concerned about my finances. So I walked outta the store with no ring and no idea when I would return to buy it.

FFWD, 3 months to the end of July. two weeks to the day before we were scheduled to fly out of Calgary to London I decided to take the plunge. I went back to the diamond store and wandered around for another 2 hours or so and picked out 3 rings that I liked. Went back to the same diamond guy I had talked to back in May who told me I picked the exact same one I had looked at 3 months earlier. I took that as a good sign and decided to go forward. Now remember that I am keeping this a closely guarded secret, so I can't call E and ask her for her ring size, and I can't call any of her friends and get their opinion on the style and so on. I have to lay out thousands of dollars on an item that A) may not fit and B) might be really fuckin'ugly.

Pfft, throw caution to the wind. I had the guy size the little finger of my left hand on the wild-assed assumption that it was about the same size as her ring finger. Then I waited for 2 weeks as they rushed to finish my ring in time.

The day before we flew out to London I called them to see if my ring was ready... after waiting for what seemed like an hour on hold they told me that the ring would be ready that afternoon.

Now I am getting to the proposal part...thanks for bearing with me so far on the back story.....

We flew to London Heathrow and I had the ring inside my security wallet, the kind you wear under your shirt like a little purse. I was a little worried that the band would set of the security scanners at the airport, in which case I would have had to whip it out right there and propose in the security scanning zone. Not the option I was going for. We toured around London for a few days and then flew to Dublin...same deal at the airport, but once again I was good to go without being busted by security. By the time we got to Northern Ireland I had been lugging the ring around in my secret wallet for over a week, she almost found it one time when I left it in my back back and she went looking for my jacket as she was cold. I snagged my pack at the last moment to prevent her finding the jewlers ring box.

August 16, 2004 we got up in the town of Portrush and took a bus out to The Giant's Causeway. It was a beautiful sunny morning, a few fluffy clouds floated around. So far as Ireland goes, this is the best weather one can hope for. We hiked around the cliffs above the causeway for about 20 minutes before we finally came to a little precipice that over looked the bay. I made E sit down on a rock and I set up my camera on a tripod...then I had to wait again.

Even tho it was fairly early in the morning, the hiking path was still kinda busy with people taking the same walk we were. I had to wait and wait and stall and stall for about 25 minutes until there were no people around. E was getting a little edgy as she is not all that comfortable with heights. When the coast was clear I started my 12 second timer and dawdled over to where she was sitting.

Just as the shutter was about to trigger I quickly got down on my knee and whipped the box out of my pocket. Then I said, "Erin, would you like to get marr..."

Before I could finish my question she threw her arms around me and said "yes yes" and kissed me. That's when the camera shutter fired.

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Lead543

Awwwwwweeee, that's such a sweet story,and a beautiful photo. I love this thread.

maleficent

I love that you have that moment captured on film... Now, the twisted part of me also thinks it owuld have been hysterical if she slugged you instead of kissing you... but that's just me...

What a sweet proposal story...

Did the ring fit?

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the_marq

Arrogant as it may seem, I never for a second thought she would say no.

Yes the ring fit perfectly and (lucky for me) she loves it. Many of her friends have made a point of coming up to me to tell me how perfect it is for her. yay me!

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I almost forgot the best part...

After we left the cliff we went down the gift shop and bought post cards for our friends and family. We sent them out with just the words "we got engaged here..." and left it at that. That way it was our little secret for the next 2 weeks we were on vacation.

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Charlatan

That was very cool marq... oddly enough I also use my pinkie finger for sizing my wife's ring finger...

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Redlemon

No no, the background is crucial to these stories, I want to hear all of it. Thanks. And I remember the proposal side from another of your posts, but never the background.
Not arrogant at all; sometimes you just know.

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la petite moi

Ours was super boring.

Bought the rings, came back in a week to get them. Went to Olive Garden, exchanged rings.

tacobaal

well me and my fiance met on hot or not, and after going out for 5 months i proposed to her on valentines day. she collects rocks and such so i got a nice flat large green rock and carved in will you marry me in it, we went out for a smoke that night down to the park and i just gave her the rock and watched her cry and say yes getting married next summer if all goes well

ophelia783

I think majik and I win for shortest period of dating before engagement!

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oblar

wow.. these are some really great stories you guys.. Thanks for sharing..

the_marq: excellent idea about having the camera to catch the moment. That is a great picture.

abaya

As a matter of fact, this whole post has me in joyful stitches... these are wonderful stories. Whoever said men were less romantic than women??? You guys have done a great job!!

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