I know it’s not quite the same thing (one step up, though), but I asked auntie em to marry me when I was delirious and in pain from allergy testing gone bad. (Luckily, she didn’t run. But, eh, I would have caught her anyway. I was dizzy and there were three of her; I wouldn’t have missed.)
I said it flat out: “I love you.”
Why be coy?
Life’s too short, and love’s too important. Damn the torpedoes.
Probably in an email. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was in an email. When he replied saying he felt the same I nearly exploded with joy.
I still have almost all of the emails he sent to me when we were courting.
I remember saving them thinking it would be nice to look back on them and remember how sweet he was when we first started getting serious. I haven’t had to go back and look at them, he’s only gotten sweeter and more romantic over the years.
Total hijack
[hijack] WTF? The chatelaine feels the need to know that much about you & tell that much about you? Wow…and is it only couples or what’s the deal? [/hijack]
I’ll assume that stories about exes count…
A few years back, there was a girl I was really close with and whom I was quite attracted to. We hung out a lot together, and I thought that she liked me too…but, hey, I’m one of those you-need-to-club-me-over-the-head types, so I wasn’t quite sure.
One night, we’re out on the deck, sitting on a lounge chair, looking at the stars and chatting. During a lull in the conversation, I ask her, “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”
“I’d kick your ass.”
I thought about this for a second.
“Okay, that sounds fair.”
Then I kissed her, she kissed me back, I think fireworks may have gone off somewhere, and at that point we were pretty sure we liked each other.
Come to think of it, she does still owe me that ass-kicking… 
a mutual friend had tried to fix us up, and assured us we would be a perfect match… timing was not on our side, and we could never be at the same place with out mutual friend… we eventually met at a party, and my opening line was:
“___ keeps telling me how wonderful you are, so I thought I would introduce myself before I dropped down on one knee and propose.”
I called her, we went out, and after two break-ups and 4 years, we were married…
I was oblivious. He was my best friend.
He proposed to me on Christmas Day, 2003. He was in earnest.
We’ve been happily married since February 2004.
It was last October and we were sitting around talking with friends. I had made cookies and was discussing my passion for cooking. Max looked at me and said “You’re nice, smart, funny and you can cook. Are you seeing anyone?” The power went out in the area at that instant. He looked up and said “Okay God, I get it. I’m not supposed to date girls nine years younger than I am. I get it, just turn the lights back on.”
Fastforward to this June through nothing more than a close friendship. I was crashing at the apartment he and a couple of my friends shared because I couldn’t deal with my parents for one more night. I was lying on the couch, talking to one of his roommate. He stood across the room, sort of dreamly watching me.
He said “It’s a damn shame.”
“What is?” I asked.
“That you’re moving in two weeks to California.” His roommate took the hint and left.
“So what are we going to do about it?” I asked.
“I don’t know”
“I don’t want to have any regrets …”
This led to kissing, which led to his bedroom and other things. We both trully thought that we’d just make out and that would be it. Yeah, right. We admitted our mutual love at some point during the most passionate, two week whorlwind affair I could imagine. When I told him I didn’t want to break up the night I was leaving for California, he looked at me like I was crazy (furter proof men have the IQ of kumquats). The week I was driving cross country was gut wrenching. I wrote him every night. When I got here and got a phone, I called him, to give him my number and put it all in his court. He called me back and told me that he loved me and that he never wanted that to change. He’s moving out in a few weeks.
After about a week of seemingly constant getting to know each other in the biblical sense, I said “I’m not going to say it for a month, and I don’t want you to say it either.” I knew at that time that she was The One, and he might have also; she definately knew what “it” was.
A week later, I told her I loved her. And it wasn’t even pillow talk. I came home from work, saw her on my couch, and just said it.
Chaffing isn’t an issue, apparently.
We met online. A couple of weeks into talking he sent me a picture…which was just so touching. Yet kinky. Or kinky yet touching. I blurted out “I love you”. (If you can blurt typing. Anyway I didn’t know what I was doing till I hit send.) Then I took it back. It was too soon. Then we danced around the phrase for another month (“I l*** you” “I lo** you” “I lve you”) Then we gave in 
.
We were at a Londope. the drink was flowing, I was flirting with everyone. He ended up kissing me, and I think fireworks went off then and there.
He said, “wanna go skinny dipping?” and I said, “Sure!”
We had been talking about places that we would really like to visit and agreed that Tahiti is at the top of both our lists. I then read an article in that February’s edition of Islands magazine and it had the Polynesian phrase for “I love you” in it (it had something to do with a Valentine’s Day trip). The next time I saw here, I told her I loved her in Polynesian.
I didn’t have to TELL my SigO that I liked him… that’s what’s essentially super cool about it all…
We met on a cruise that a mutual friend talked me into going on. We were introduced at O’Hare Airport the Saturday after the Cubs had clinched the division title in '84. She was wearing a bright pink cotton dress and a Cubs cap. I said something like Hi, nice to meet you, fuck the Cubs.
(Sox Fan here)
Despite the difference, we hit it off. Ran into each other a few times, talked, played 21 at the casino together late one night.
About the 3rd night out we managed to be dancing. I just went in for the kiss and got it. I told her to be careful women tend to fall straight in love with me :rolleyes: .
She said, “yeah men do that to me too”
We both smiled and just kind of hung on.
Well, it’s a little outside the bounds of what chatelaines normally do… usually they just hook people up with armorers, or archers, or calligraphers, or dancers… in our group (San Francisco), we had a lot of college students & military people coming through looknig for a good time and/or a boy/girlfriend, so she felt it necessary to broaden the job description a bit. Other chatelaines I have spoken with have been shocked that she would do that… but as I said, there was that one lady with the unfortunate ailment…
Harborwolf is really dense. I spent weeks and weeks flirting with him, making eyes at him, even sitting on the floor at his feet one night and resting my head on his knee. Nothing. He just kind of smiled and kept talking.
One night, we went for a long walk where we just walked for hours and talked about everything under the sun. We walked out on a fishing pier, and stood in the moonlight. I turned to face him, lifting my chin so he could kiss me, and. . . he didn’t take the hint.
Finally, that night, when he walked me to my door, I was ready to confront him. He turned to leave, and I just said, “You can’t leave until you kiss me.”
Part of me was expecting him to explain that he didn’t like me in that way, that he only wanted to be friends, etc, but no, his eyes lit up and he kissed me perfectly. Later, he said that he’d had no idea I’d liked him. :smack:
i haven’t told him yet. heck, i’m not sure he’s even an SO yet …
(unless you count marathon phone calls)
but when i get home from Germany, we’re going to Vermont for the weekend to look at leaves …
Miguel and I had been working together (construction) for several months. There was never even the mildest flirtation because I knew he was way too young and hot to ever be interested in me. But oooh I was so crazy about him. I’d catch him stretching sometimes…that beautiful back would show from under his shirt and I’d swoon inside…but as shy as I am I’d barely look at him in the face.
One particular day we had a job together, just us, and we were waiting around for the boss to bring us some materials. There was nothing to do so we were just tossing this marble around, bouncing it back and forth. After a while he started getting closer to me…and closer…and closer until we werethisclose.
Then he leaned in for a kiss.
Ahhh man, what a kiss!
The boss and another coworker showed up a few minutes later so it was back to work. I could barely focus, of course! At the end of the day we all piled into his van as usual, but he got the other guy to drive and we sat in the very back, whispering about how we both had liked each other from the very beginning.
Two years later and I still get all giddy inside thinking about that day!
(I still have the marble too!)