Cute or Bad Proposals?

Anyone who has met my husband knows his English is pretty poor.
He said "Do you marry with me?"

Ahh! I think thats sweet!    Reminds me of that scene in Love Actually when Colin Firth goes to Portugal to propose to his maid!

See, I think this is AWESOME, because my DH and I also have a thing about ducks - he proposed to me at a duck pond and we had a duckie-themed wedding!

It was really cute...only problem was that he could have possibly waited until I was better dressed as I had my pale blue dressing gown on and wet hair.  After he proposed he insisted on taking pics of me and my ring..in my dressing gown - I wasn't very Sex-thy   

chary it was kind of cruel of him to do that...but he wanted to make absolutely sure I had no idea what he was about to do...and honestly he kept telling me that something life changing was going to happen in Vegas...The letter he gave me told me everything he felt about me..so once I read that and realized he wasn't really breaking up with me and how he felt about me I was happy...and I also found out he had been planning all this and running it by my sister in law...so she gave him the go ahead....but don't worry I have gotten him back and I never let him live the day down...he really does love me 

I knew Jon was going to propose sometime because we were trying to get him a fiance visa at the time, so it was an unofficial engagement.

But he arrived in Phoenix and we got up the next day really early so went around the corner to Starbucks. It was like 6:30 or 7am and really warm, so we sat outside reading a paper and drinking our drinks. I put my paper down and he was there on his knee and very shakily asked if I'd marry him. The people inside Starbucks were clapping. It was nice and now I always smile when I pass by a Starbucks.

I had NO clue DH was going to propose. I had just come back to the US from being in the UK with him for a few months. I had only been back about 2 months and didn't think he would ever want to get married. In fact, the weekend before it happened, we were on the phone and he said something about "what if..." and I was like "well, I don't really care. we'll see when it happens" (which was my standard response so I didn't get my hopes up). He got really mad, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why!! I thought it was his man period or something cuz he always RAN from the idea or mentioning of marriage.

Anyway, he said he was going camping with his friends that weekend and his phone would probably die so I wouldn't be able to get in touch with him. Nothing new to me, so I thought nothing of it. 72 hours later I was taken to this house to talk to a woman with my sister about helping her with a project. We were told she was outside in the back yard (gorgeous garden with a pool and spa and fireplace and loads of trees and flowers). The fireplace was lit, but it was still dark ouside. And there were candles all over. And as I got closer, there were roses, and some guy that looked like MY guy walking towards me. I think I was stunned and staring blankly at him long enough to make him really worried, but eventually it all came together in my head. He sat me down and sang me the first song he wrote for me after we first met, and told me all these lovely things about how he feels about me and even had a ring!!

Good proposal. Very good proposal. Took a good couple weeks to get over the shock.

Well I thought DH was going to propose when I was over here for a month at Christmas 2003, after we'd been going out for a year and gradually getting more serious.  He surprised me with a trip to Amsterdam for New Year's - a place I'd always wanted to go, and I thought - ok this is it!  We had a good time going around the museums & everything, and then it was New Year's Eve time, and I thought - ok this is it!  And we were in Dam Square in front of the Dutch Royal Palace, where all the party was, huge crowd of people, Abba lookalike band, music & videos on the big screen, fireworks, etc.  And it was sponsored by Orange & he was showing me how they had set up the capability for people to send in text messages and the messages would run across the bottom of the big screen, and I thought - ok this is it!  I kept peering at those messages.  And we had a good New Year's Eve, but nothing happened, no proposal.

So I was bummed afterwards and packed up my stuff to go home, taking every last item that belonged to me (that I'd been leaving behind in his flat from one trip to another) home with me - I'd spent all of my vacation time plus an unpaid leave, so I wasn't going to see him again for at least 6 months, and I figured well that's that.

A couple weeks or so after I was back in the US, he rang to say he missed me & would I like to move over & get married so we could live together in the same country.  (I think his friend here gave him a swift kick in the ars* when she saw him moping around day after day after I'd gone, and told him to get with the program!)  Not very romantic, that, but as chary said - the end result's the same.

Oohh...I love all these stories!  But Josy, I would've probably punched Ian if he did what Jason did to you...lol.

Anywho, our proposal story....

Ian was visiting the states for the first time in May of last year.  We WERE going to go to NYC, but due to money, I took him to Niagara Falls instead ("Where bad things happen to good people!")

Anywho, so Ian was planning this romantic evening at the Skylon restaurant (you know, the big tower where the restaurant spins 360 degrees?!).  It was gorgeous.  Watching the sunset over the falls, rainbows were everywhere...it was great.  The food was a bit pricey for the taste, but whatever.  Atleast the expensive soups were delicious. :p

After dinner, they were showing fireworks over the falls.  Would've been wonderful, except we were sent in the opposite direction to view them.  *Bang bang bang* was heard in the distance, then we ran with the heard of Asian tourists to the other side of the tower.  The view wasn't all that great, but still......

After the show, we were going to go back to our hotel (which was a different one from the night before.  That one was heart shaped tub, the works...except the tub was filthy and our toilet didn't work..bah!..so bad experience there).  Ian kept saying "Let's not go back...let's go get a drink or play mini-golf."  So we went to the DinoPark putt putt place.  We played, we laughed, we took photos.  Ian kicked my butt.

He felt I needed to be punished for losing, so I asked what he had in mind with a cheeky grin.  He handed me over the scorecard which read "Let's Get Engaged."  I was in shock.  And of course I said yes.   Then we went to this little restaurant to celebrate and had diet pop and some yogurt.  lol

I love these stories so much

The day before my husband and I got engaged we went ring shopping and couldn't find anything that satisfied him. You'd think *I'd* be the picky one, but I refused to pick out my own ring and was just there for moral support.

The next day we went for a walk in the Botanical Gardens and it started thundering and raining. We had always talked about how much we both loved thunderstorms and he had said that there weren't many in England which I thought was a shame. Anyway, we were really excited and having fun playing in the rain and everyone else disappeared. He said that it was a shame we hadn't been able to find a ring and I said that rings weren't that important anyway, but he refused to ask without a ring. We resorted to digging through my purse and found my last two hersheys kisses from the states (which we ate) and used the wrappers to fashion something that resembled a ring. I made him get down on his knee even though it was raining but then i said yes, of course.

The next day we went to York to find a ring and wandered around for 3 hours before giving up and deciding to go down to the river. We were meandering through the town when we saw a jewellery store in the distance and decided we would stop in there before heading home. When we got there it was 15 minutes to closing and Dave actually found the first ring that he approved of (we had looked in about 15 stores at this point), we went in and the sales lady handed it to me and told me to give it a try and it fit perfectly, so we walked out with it.

We think it's cute, and we keep our tinfoil ring in the box that my proper ring came in.

Mine is the ALL time best proposal. I have written the whole thing into a story so remember it is romantic fiction, but since it is posted under my erotic writing nom-de-plum I'll just cut and paste the good parts here. It all happened on my first trip to visit him in London.

At this point, I had been consulting for several months since I had a car accident that left me with an extreme fear of driving; not a good thing in Los Angeles. I had one client, the income from which replaced my previous salary. My other clients were less steady and far less money. On that Thursday morning, I received an email from this major client informing me that the project was being put on hold and my services were no longer required. My world fell apart with that single email. I was a single mother and now unemployed. I cried all day.

Actually it was his first day back at work; he had taken the past few days off to show me the city and spend time with me. He called several times, so he knew what had happened. He was very supportive, but I spent the whole day trying to think of what I would do when I got home; the bills to be paid and no hopes of a decent job in my industry if I could no longer drive. I went deeper and deeper into depression. I even wrote this long and very poignant letter for him; breaking it all off. After all, he was a great guy and deserved so much more than an unemployed single mom with no future.

Of all the days for him to be working late, this was it. It was after eight o’clock that night before he came back. My eyes were almost swollen shut from the crying; and I had my letter beneath the pillow. When he came in I was laying in his bed that we had been sharing for several days now. He knelt on the floor next to me. His large, calloused black hands brushed my blonde hair back from my face. He bent forward and with his full lips kissed the wet trail of my tears from my cheeks.

Kneeling there on that wooden floor next to me at perhaps one of the absolute lowest points in my life, he chose that moment to make his actual proposal. As I draw my final breath I am certain it will be his words that I remember. ‘You are the smartest, most beautiful woman I know. You will find another job. And I want nothing more than for you to be my wife.’ Despite the two page letter beneath that pillow and a couple of half-hearted, ‘you deserved more,’ what woman could possibly refuse a proposal like that?

I don't think my fiance came right out and asked me to marry him, but it's still the best proposal he could of given

I had been in the UK for my second trip for only a few weeks (this is after he visited me twice in the US, and we had been together almost 3 years by this point). We had talked about it off and on for a while, but I always shrugged it off since I figured he wouldn't want to marry me for reals--he could have any woman he wanted, without the hassle of a visa and such, especially since he's already been married once.

It was a Friday, and he had gotten off work and taken his son over to his mom's house (she had parent duty Friday night and Saturday at the time), and then he came back home to settle down for the night. He was in the midst of getting ready to move, and he wasn't entirely sure where he'd be moving to (was waiting on the council to help place him since he couldn't afford much more than he'd been paying at the time, and there wasn't anything reasonable in the area, which he definitely had to stay in for the kids' sake). So, I was stressing more than he was, of course

He went upstairs at one point while I was watching telly, but he didn't say he needed to grab something, and I didn't hear the loo flush--it's odd for him to just disappear like that, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. Then he came back downstairs and sat in front of me on the footstool so he could talk to me face to face. I think he knew I was being stressy and depressed, hence why he sat where he sat--he knows I try to wiggle out of uncomfortable situations

At this point I was a bit suspicious, since he was being a bit odd. I don't really remember exactly what he said, since at this point I knew *something* was up, so I was starting to panic like a dork. I'm sure he said some things about being happy and wanting to be with me and stuff in his understated British bloke way, and then he pulled the box with the ring in it out of his coat pocket from work.

I seriously felt like I was going to die from embarrassment, weirdly enough. We had discussed marriage, but I hadn't thought seriously about it until I saw the ring, and he was sitting there waiting on a yes or a no. Of course I said yes (I'd kick myself if I said no), and of course I started crying because I'm an emotional git

So he never said 'will you marry me?' I don't think, but he didn't need to. He said it in just the way I'd expect coming from him, and he knows I'm not a big fuss person anyway, so I much preferred it to be something private like that between the two of us. It was Steve's way of doing it--without a ton of fuss, but I knew how he felt even though some of it went unsaid I'm sure. I couldn't live without him, I know that much, and he knew I was going to say yes (well, he was pretty sure, nothing is 100% though). He's one of those guys that doesn't say it as much as shows it, but I don't think I'd have it any other way

*loves reading these posts*

Mike took me back to Ireland, back to the place where we had met for a little vacation.  It was early April and hardly anyone was around.  (The place is a combo hostel and workshop facility with a stone circle out back).  After dinner he said to put something warm on and he blindfolded me.  He led me all around the place (so I wouldn't know exactly where I was going) and then into the stone circle.  When the blindfold came off, the sun was setting and there in the middle of the stone circle he had spelled out in big pieces of wood, "Will You Marry Me?".  There were a few torches (real torches, not flashlights) lit and candles as well.  He gave me my silver pendant (in lieu of a ring--we're not diamonds people) and asked me to marry him.  It was very romantic.

Ahh, that's very romantic

Mine is the ALL time best proposal.

... in your humble opinion, of course! 

I've never been one for the ostentatious proposal.  I don't like drawing attention to myself, so I'm glad I was with like-minded people who kept things low-key.  DH and I were just discussing things and he said, 'I would marry you,' and I said, 'Really?'  He said, 'Aye.'  So I said, 'Let's go and do it, then.'  And we grabbed our passports and went along to the Registry House then and there.  We were married about 3 weeks later.

I love all these stories too...Patty I wanted to punch Jason too lol...but after all was said and done it is something I will never forget...Chi Chi I think your proposal is so romantic...aren't men wonderful lol

It's been kinda fun reading all of these. 

My proposal was neither cute nor bad.  We'd been dating six months, but my boyfriend didn't plan it ahead or even intend to propose.  All of a sudden he just gave me a big hug and said, "I love you. Let's get married." And I said "OK".

The only one I ever got was what I personally found to be a bad one!

I long for an ostentatious or at least a romantic, "special," planned proposal, where the guy has put in a bit of effort and wants it to be memorable to both of us, because it's the kind I really wanted and never got, when I got proposed to!

My ex husband's final "asking" was, I'll admit, in a nice place (rock in a river in Texas) but even that was casual, unplanned, not really a proper "asking for my hand" -- he had been nagging me for weeks to marry him, and the river proposal was the final "nag" to which I said "oh okay then". 

He didn't have a ring; I never did have an engagement ring. That's good if the two of you are not ring type of people. But I guess I'm caught in convention; I wished for one because I still find it so romantic, a mark on you that you are this person's beloved. I'm not normally old fashioned but I guess I'm old fashioned about this....it's silly I know.

It had all been more like one of those continual discussions about something mundane, like "So are we going to re-paint the living room or what?" That was the tone, and that kind of felt disappointing and anti-climactic (as was the marriage that followed actually, lol).

We're divorced now and it was the only marriage I've had, and thus the only time I've ever actually been asked to get married, so I can't help always wishing I had a more exciting memory of how it all started....I believe marriage proposals are a magical moment in a relationship and this is only my personal taste but, I would have loved a public or over the top or romantic or heartfelt one.....just something to really remember. I need a lot of romance to feel loved. I know it's not the asking but the marriage that follows which is the thing that matters, but just saying...mine made me feel a bit let down.