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I'm curious how many of you ladies proposed to your husbands...if any of you? Do tell! If so after how long? Did they take you seriously?

ngdawg

Spouse and I had been living together about 9 months and, after attending a few weddings, I got moody. When he asked what was wrong, I said I was tired of sharing a home, doing wifely things and then being introduced as his "girlfriend". "I want the party too. I wanna get married." He replied that the set-up seemed to be working out so, ok, we can get married.
I had it planned and done within two months-whined in July, married in September.
I really don't get these "engaged now, getting married in two years" people.

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StephanieH

I asked my now hubby to marry me!
He had asked me about a year and a half earlier and I was not ready (just got divorced) so he said "When you are ready, you can ask me."
So I planned a big night out at a murder mystery dinner thingy, at the end when they announced birthdays, etc they called me up (obviously I planned this in advance with lots of help from the actors involved) I pulled him up there with me, got down on one knee and asked him to marry me.
He said yes.
That was June, we married in November (2006)

Yes, I had a ring (titanium and diamonds)
Yes, I asked his parents. They were thrilled
Yes, I got him roses (orange - his favorite) and I put like 6 different gift cards to places he likes in those card holder sticks that go in flowers. So I could take him on a manly shopping spree.
Yes, I had rented a sweet hotel room
Yes, I had champagne (two bottles)

OK, BEST PART....since I asked him, he had to plan the wedding! I told him I'd pick out a dress and just tell me where to be and what time to be there.
It was wonderful!!!!! I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.

Meditrina

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violexxx

Yes I did!

It was a leap year 29th of Feb, traditionally the only day a woman can traditionally propose in the UK.

i'd introduced my fella as my 'partner' not 'boyfriend' as we'd been together eight years - guess my work colleagues may have assumed I was gay post the christmas party.

A woman at work made a joke the day before the 29th and I laughed it off, saying we couldn't even afford rings - silly idea... right?

Next day a male colleague made a similar joke and I laughed it off, but by 11 I though ***k it - yeah I will - can I take the afternoon off!

I didn't think he'd say no -and I knew he'd never ask.. no .. to be fair he knew I'd never accept unless it was under the aurora aborialis and there's no way we were affording that holiday!

It was a cheap last second, balloon and candle filled perfect evening, I also nearly killed him with the cork popping off a cheap bottle of 'fizzy wine'.

Messy, romantic, nearly lethal evening - I wouldn't want it any other way.

My expectations were so high (or parent belief inflicted) it probably never would have happened.

I love my man, I did it and he said YES!

Good luck girls!! XXXX

little_tippler

In an old-fashioned way, if I was ever to be proposed to, I'd rather like it to be the man to do the asking.

Guess if I'm ever going to go crazy and want to get married (which is not something I consider much), it will have to be for all the wrong, sappy, romantic reasons

I didn't know that about the 29th of February...interesting.

Great stories ladies

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seamaiden

No. I got married at 21, only because I was living with my boyfriend and my mother told me she would disown me if I kept living in sin. Really, I think that was just her desperate attempt to get me away from him...she didn't like him...smart lady. So we thought she would calm down if we just got married. Nothing romantic about it. Big mistake too.

28 years later I moved out.

I've never really been a fan of weddings and was pretty sure I wouldn't be a bride again...but, now I'm so in love with a man I want to be with forever, and being married is important to him. He asked me...on a cliff, beside a lighthouse, with a huge pod of humpback whales just offshore...pretty damn romantic!!

Salem

awww seamaiden that is so romantic! Being a lesbian in a lesbian relationship, yeah, i'd propose. And I'd love to be proposed to. It's exciting because of the whole girl-girl aspect. Nobody has the pressure to propose. Its kind of fun, you know?

Ce'Nedra

Nope, my husband and I are both pretty traditional. He surprised me New Years Eve, two days before he was deployed to Iraq.

I was kind of hoping he would consider joint last names or something, because I adore my maiden name and all the family history behind it, and his is just so bleh and history-less. But the one time I brought it up he was absolutely crushed, so I figured I could live with it. Not to hijack the post, but did anyone keep their name or hyphenate or anything?

Lindy

I kept my last name when I got married. Partly because my nickname (Lindy) is based on my family name, not my first name. I was hoping that the whole hyphenated name thing had run its course. Especially when the kids get the hyphenated name.
Think of the possibilities for the next generation. What happens when Meagan Hayakawa-Rostropovich (her legal name) marries Brandon MacDougal-Hugewitz?? Does she become Meagan Hayakawa-Rostropovich-MacDougal-Hugewitz?

Lindy

Ce'Nedra

Absolutely good point! Ideally he would have taken my name. Ah well. After 4 years I'm finally used to it.

taurus

[QUOTE=seamaiden;2719282]No. I got married at 21, only because I was living with my boyfriend and my mother told me she would disown me if I kept living in sin. Really, I think that was just her desperate attempt to get me away from him...she didn't like him...smart lady. So we thought she would calm down if we just got married. Nothing romantic about it. Big mistake too.

God, that's my story. Only I married him at 21 because he was about to be deported. Nothing romantic about sitting in a detention facility without guests to try and keep your friend in the country. We had some good memories and I don't regret it. 5 years later, I'm moving on (hopefullly).

Sue

I would never want to be the one to propose. I'm too old-fashioned/traditional in that respect. I'll also change my last name. While my last name would keep the memory of my father for me, that's all it would do. I have many more memories of him that I'll always remember. Plus I'm tired of spelling my last name all the time for people. It gets old.

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snowy

There was really no proposal either way. We were coming up on four years and we've always known we wanted to get married--my SO said it would happen after he graduated, and since he is graduating June 2010, I in turn told him this summer that we ought to set a date and get going on the planning. So we picked a date--August 28th, 2010. The date is special--it is 2 days after our anniversary, 2 days after his parents wedding anniversary (yes, just so happens their anniversary is ours), and just before his grandparents' anniversary as well.

My parents then came for a visit and they took me to Costco. My mom and I looked at the rings while we were there, just in case there was something, because we had decided to start looking for a ring. Sure enough, there in the case was this lovely white gold band set with tiny diamonds to look like flowers and leaves. So I told my SO about it when I got home, and I insisted that we go back to Costco a couple days later with his mother to look at it together. He agreed that it was pretty and within our price range, so we bought it.

He wouldn't let me have it until we got to his parents house, but even then, there was no proposal. He just put the ring on my finger. I'm okay with that. It's mostly my fault anyhow; he says I am too unromantic for him to propose. I would probably just laugh, and he's probably right.

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