Where did he propose to you

I proposed!!! In the shower!! I was tired of waiting on him:)

We were talking one night about how deep our love is for one another and how we are convinced we are soulmates, and I asked him to marry me, he said yes but he wanted to do it proper. . . .

I asked him in bed.

Wow, the last few ladies posting on this thread really know how to take matters into their own hands.
YOU GO GIRLS!   

He proposed to me a few months after we started seeing each other in college.  He read me his favorite sonnet and gave me a beautiful garnet ring.  I, of course, said yes.  However, a few weeks later I realized that it was insane to agree to marry someone I'd known only a short while.  I'm not usually a rash decision maker, and when I am I tend to regret it.  So, I told him that while I still loved him dearly I wasn't ready to be engaged and we should wait.  He was a bit hurt, but respected my decision.  Then he said (and I'll never forget this), "I proposed this time.  It's your turn next."  And I did - - five years later!   

My fiance took me to the beach at night and with the waves crashing in all around us he got down on both knees (like he was prepared to beg! ha ha) and told me he loves me with all his heart and asked me to marry him!  We both started crying and it was super soppy and romantic and of course I said yes!

Normally, he is romantic.  When we were dating, he used to occasionally send flowers but not often enough for it to become a routine thing.  He even penned me a well written poem once -- in French -- after the first time we met.  For New Years 03/04, when I was visiting him here in England for an entire month (including Christmas) -- he surprised me with a New Years Eve trip to Amsterdam so I was sure that he was going to propose then (we'd been dating a year).  He even had the perfect opportunity as we spent New Years Eve in Dam Square -- big party, fireworks, open concert -- the works! But no. I was very disappointed & in going back to the States that time, I gave him the 'maybe we should start seeing other people' conversation.

After I had been back in the US about a couple weeks then, he proposed in a sort of combination online/telephone thing. He basically told me he was going to ask me online first & I said -- no, not online -- so then he asked me on the telephone instead.   I couldn't say no, but it wasn't very romantic.  To be honest, the man was so freaking scared over the idea of getting married -- making that commitment, the two-country thing, etc -- I think it was the best he could do.  He would have rather that we'd lived together as 'partners' (that's what his brother & his girlfriend do in London & are perfectly happy) but that wouldn't fly with UK or US immigration.  And then after I moved here -- for awhile -- it was more like 'we are testing the waters'...'I still want an escape hatch'...what a turkey!  Oh well -- that kind of thinking worked both ways.

Eventually, about a month before the wedding (when it was my 40th birthday), he whisked me off to Antwerp, Belgium on another surprise trip. Antwerp is the diamond capital of Europe, well -- of the world, basically, I think. We bought a very nice loose diamond there, then had it made into a ring that we designed ourselves at a place that does that here in Leeds. I think he redeemed himself & we had a lovely wedding.

How did I miss this one?

Anyway - I can't remember how long we had known each other (but before we met in person) when we started talking about marriage.  It was pretty early on I think.  He would tell me, almost every time we were on the phone together, which was almost every day, that he wanted to ask me to marry him.  I told him I would not give him an answer until after I met him.  Not because I had any doubt about accepting the proposal, I just didn't want an "over the phone" proposal, and I think we both needed it to be in person.  So - he would tell me "you know I would ask you right now if I could". 

Then I get to England, after 7+ months of waiting to meet him.  He became a Catholic at Easter Vigil Mass (Saturday night before Easter Sunday).  It was very emotional and moving for both of us, especially for him.  After it was over and most everyone had gone next door to the church for a small reception for those who had been received into the Church, we went over to the side to take some photos with him and his sponsor, Joseph.  I finished taking the photos and walked back to put my camera way and get my handbag and stuff.  He called me back (Joseph had left at this point), so I turned around and walked back to him.  In the middle of this amazing and beautiful church, he went down on one knee - he looked up at me, and said - I love you, Liza.  Will you marry me?  He then gave me the most amazing ring - a huge black diamond set in white gold!  It's amazing!  I said YES!!!  And went down on my knees in front of him and kissed him.

I can't imagine a more perfect and romantic proposal for me/us.  In a place that means so much to us, after one of the most important events in his life.  It was bliss. 

~Liza

We had just flown into Paris from the US and I was really tired and cranky. I was also freezing cold because it was the middle of February. As soon as we got to the hotel, he wanted to get on a tour bus and go see the Eiffel Tower. All I wanted to do was take a nap! We got to the Eiffel Tower and he took me over to a bench. We just sat there and looked up at it and he said "Isn't it Beautiful?" I turned to look at him to agree and then  I saw he had an open ring box in his hand with a beautiful ring inside. Thats when he said "Will you Marry me?" 

We had just flown into Paris from the US and I was really tired and cranky. I was also freezing cold because it was the middle of February. As soon as we got to the hotel, he wanted to get on a tour bus and go see the Eiffel Tower. All I wanted to do was take a nap! We got to the Eiffel Tower and he took me over to a bench. We just sat there and looked up at it and he said "Isn't it Beautiful?" I turned to look at him to agree and then  I saw he had an open ring box in his hand with a beautiful ring inside. Thats when he said "Will you Marry me?" 

Is his name  Tom??

JK!! that is a beautiful story   (i bet you were  in a  better mood soon though..)

yep, I was in a much better mood after that. I sure felt like a brat though. (I left out the part where I threw a big fit because he wanted to sit on a freezing cold bench in the middle of winter)   

I just got the Tom thing....Ugh! I already thought that whole thing was a sham and then I heard he went and stole our spot.  At least Josh beat him to it by 3.5 years 

(I left out the part where I threw a big fit because he wanted to sit on a freezing cold bench in the middle of winter)   

yup!  bratty indeed!  but who knew??

Er... I think the story goes that I proposed to him by text message (I was back in LA, leaving my local pub, he was here). Though I seem to remember him mentioning it just two weeks after we'd met. 5 months later we got hitched.

He still has the txt message. Aw.