Where did he propose to you

My soon to be husband in ONE WEEK from tomorrow....sigh......took me up to the Castle Keep in Newcastle, on the roof....I was looking out over the city on such a beautiful, clear day, and when I turned around, there he was on bended knee....I walked over to him and he said,

"My angel, will you marry me?"  Ohhh, I had tears in me eyes!   

On bended-knee, in the arrivals hall of BWI airport, however, we had kinda discussed it before online.

well he asked me the first time in a bistro in paris, cause he was sulking he wanted to do it at the top of notre dame and had the ring but it was in boston at the jewler.  so i told him we'd start planning but not be official until he gave me my ring.

a few weeks later, he SHOCKED me by showing up early to my office (he was supposed to land at 10PM) he had taken the earlier flight and came into my OFFICE with a dozen roses and in a suit and proposed then and there.  my whole office was shocked and cheered and it was really cute!  since i knew it was coming he really wanted to shock me

 My sweetie had a dozen long-stemmed red  roses sent to me in the states,with a "special" card with them

 He had asked me on the phone as well,but that wasnt as romantic  LOL

  I would love to wake up and see them every morning,and know that I was going to spend the rest of my life with a beautiful man that I adored

                     

We were on holiday in Venice.  He had called to ask permission from the folks the week before...and after they gave thier blessing, Dad mentioned that he could not propose on the Wednesday of the holiday as it was April 1st...

He wanted to take a romantic gondola ride, but I was still not over my cold from the week before and wanted to get back to the hotel early (also, I had planned to sit him down and tell him just how much I loved him and why...).  Well, not wanting to argue with me right before he proposed, he had to come up with plan two.  So.  We walked around the city for a bit, from one secluded bridge to the next (I had no clue why).  Got back to the hotel room, and he could wait no longer...he proposed right there.  And I was so happy...  

The bridge hunt, turns out, was to find the perfect spot...but they all either had rubbish on them or people...

Jon proposed at a Starbucks!

It was the morning have he arrived and we both woke up really early and went around the corner to the Starbucks. We had been sitting outside enjoying the quiet and sunshine and reading our papers for an hour or so when he came over to my side and asked me to marry him. I knew he'd propose as we'd been trying to get him a fiance visa and so we were un-officially engaged. Plus I knew he had the ring on him. I could see the box poking through his cargo pants.

However the ring was a shocker. Beautiful!

And he was cute... he knew I'd say yes but he was still afraid I'd say no and he was shaking the whole time.

July 3, 2004. On a sail boat, docked with other boats, nice big parties going 'round, at night with the sparkling stars in the sky, the moon shining on the water... Fireworks going off after I said yes... and we saw shooting stars after the fireworks. My best friend and her husband were present. Perfect.

On the last day of my 5 month try-it-out period in England. We were in London for the weekend before we flew to the US for Thanksgiving. We both knew he was going to propose that weekend. We thought it would be cool to get engaged in a place that was older than America, so we went to the Natural History Museum... built in the 1800's!! Building after building wasn't old enough, then it started pouring with rain! So we went into a pub in Knightsbridge, got drunk, and joked about how funny it would be to just flip a coin and decide if we were getting married depending on the coin. So he flipped a coin. And he proposed.

I was cooking fish.  He was acting wierd.  I was getting really irritated because he wouldn't tell me what was wrong.  Finally he proposed.  I was happy but, to be honest, pissed that he had proposed in such a blah way.  I know that's awful, isn't it? 

So I told him he was going to have to propose again, properly, with a ring and everything.  (My feelings of being upset were even worse when a woman at my work said I wasn't "really engaged" because there was no ring.)

So on a trip out there in April 99 we bought the ring, and thanks to some so-called friends who pressured him he got down on one knee in the southbound waiting room at Letchworth train station and proposed.

So while I'm thrilled with my husband and marriage, my proposals quite frankly sucked.  Although the train station thing was kinda cute.

Oh, um.  He proposed in bed actually.     We're not very romantic, I'm afraid.  It was more along the lines of 'maybe we should get married......'.   Or at least I think it was a proposal.  Maybe it wasn't.  LOL.  Maybe I misunderstood and, and.......he never actually meant IT!  Could it have been a misunderstanding? 

We aren't very romantic either.  We pretty much always knew we'd get married anyway, and the arrangements just sort of happened automatically.  He did do a proper proposal just for fun, in our favorite creperie in Dublin.   

We were on holiday in Venice.  He had called to ask permission from the folks the week before...and after they gave thier blessing, Dad mentioned that he could not propose on the Wednesday of the holiday as it was April 1st...

  LOL,thats really cool! You just dont hear about the man asking the parents first anymore do ya 

  Mine had "the talk" with my Dad too,funny though since he is only 7 years younger than my Dad 

first proposal was online before we met...  second one was after we spent a week together and he took me to dinner and proposed after dessert...  third time was when Tom came to america with my ring and got down on bended knee and proposed after we put up the christmas tree... then he asked step-mom if it was ok...  4th time was 1 day before our commitment ceremony in the US...  of course I said yes all 4 times.

  LOL,thats really cool! You just dont hear about the man asking the parents first anymore do ya 

  Mine had "the talk" with my Dad too,funny though since he is only 7 years younger than my Dad 

I am the last of six daughters to wed...and NONE of the other guys asked for permission.  I  think my folks were shocked as all heck, but so very very happy, because they are traditional people (as are Paul and I)

Chris proposed to me in London's Regents Park! We were watching magpies and sitting in a patch of daffodils eating Boots Meal Deals   







*modified to correct grammar. Good grief! How did I miss that? hehe