Will you marry me?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Ruffian’s announcement got me to wondering where, when, and how other Dopers have popped the question/been proposed to. Mr. Nightingale had my ring brought to me on top of my dessert at dinner one night. I looked down, saw a diamond on my cheescake, and actually wondered for a second if they had brought me the wrong dish!

C’mon, Teeming Millions, share your sappy, happy, goofy or otherwise interesting marriage proposals.

“There are more things you don’t know than there are things that I do know. I despair of the imbalance.” – Dr. Morgenes, The Dragonbone Chair

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Oh, Nightingale! Yes! I will!

Oh…

Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.

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:stuck_out_tongue:

“There are more things you don’t know than there are things that I do know. I despair of the imbalance.” – Dr. Morgenes, The Dragonbone Chair

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Another misleading thread name
Yet another hope dashed
Grrrr!
:wink:

The Scots - never trust a race whose national dress includes a concealed knife.

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Mr. Jeannie and I were out of town for a cousin’s wedding the weekend of our first anniversary as a couple. The wedding was Saturday. Our anniversary was Monday, which happened to fall on Columbus Day that year. Sunday, we drove almost all the way home, then stopped at a hotel to celebrate our anniversary.

We exchanged gifts early in the evening. I had been expecting a ring, and was hoping that would be the night. I was a little bummed that I didn’t get the ring.

Then, right at midnight, he said, “Oh, I forgot something.” Then he pulled out the box, got down on one knee, and popped the question.

Obviously, I said yes.

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I just proposed on Friday. :smiley: I took her to the Greek restaurant we went to on our first date. After dinner, I drove her up to the park by our old university and proposed amid totem poles, ocean views and fruity blossoms. Very romantic, apparently (I don’t have much of a sense for romance). Didn’t go down on one knee because it had been raining and I didn’t want to get my suit dirty. It’s really weird having to say fiance instead of girlfriend, but I’ll get used to it, I suppose.

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Well, when I was five, this girl and I agreed to get married. You know, I honestly can’t remember her name.

I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.

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Surgoshan, when will you ever have enough posts to stop the padding. (Like I should talk…)

Because I’m not married, or engaged, I’d like to share my friend’s story. On her last birthday, in September, her boyfriend took her out to a very fancy French restaurant. She was kind of expecting that he would propose at dinner, and was disappointed when he didn’t. After they ate, he drove over to school, which she thought was really weird. They walked up to the balcony where they had had their first kiss, and that’s when he proposed. Very nice, yes?

Oooh. And my uncle proposed to my aunt in Baja by hiding the ring in a shell on the beach. They strolled along the beach, and he said, “Hey, nice shell.” He picked it up, and ta da! Ring inside! Kind of risky, though, if you ask me.

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Well, I kinda did thinks a bit differently. But nobody here wants to hear about that…

:smiley:

Yer pal,
Satan

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Hey, Lord Derfel! Congratulations!

My husband had the same problem trying to remember to say “fiancee” instead of girlfriend. He finally caught on around the time we got married. The first time he called me his “wife” at work, one of his coworkers applauded him for remembering.

Slight hijack here: I had been married for about a month (and was just back from my honeymoon). I was in a meeting at work, and a coworker came in and said, “Jeannie, your husband is here to see you.” I said, “My what?” Everyone was cracking up. It actually took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about.

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So what I’m thinking is taking her down to Florida, and going to Universal Studios. Then proposing where Jaws pops out of the water.

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I had considered many different ways of asking the future Mrs. Trkr to be my wife. I considered romantic ways, sneaky ways, sappy ways, about every way you can imagine.

Then one night we were over at her mom’s house (we were still in college and she was living with her mom). I was leaning against my Mustang and we were just talking. Talking about all kinds of stuff. One of the things that she was talking about was her last name. (Short description to follow)

She had been born with the last name of her biological father. Her mom and he divorced and her mom’s second husband adopted her (she was about 11) However at about 18 he told her that they did not have a father-daughter relationship and he did not expect her to come around anymore since his financial obligation was done. My wife did not like her mom’s third husband (he came along when my wife was 13). So, she would not take the name of the third husband. She did not feel that she was a part of the second husband’s family. So she had considered changing her name to her birth name. But she did not want to upset her mom.

So, I asked her if she would like to change it to something it had never been, my last name. She said she would like that very much. Then later, as we continued to talk, I asked her if we had gotten engaged ealier and she said she guessed so. So, a few days later, we went ring shopping.

She and I picked the diamond and had it set in a simple band. I would not let her see it. I paid for it and we left. We went to our favorite mexican restaurant and I put the ring box in my pocket and left the bag in the car. Later we went back to her mom’s house and no one was home. I got down on one knee in her mom’s living room and pulled out the ring box and asked her to marry me. She said yes. She did not even know I had the ring with me, so she was not expecting to get it yet.

It is not the most interesting story, but it is my own.
BTW, we only dated for 3 months before we got engaged. Then we were engaged for a year to get ready for the wedding.

Mrs. Trkr and I will be married 8 years in June.

Jeffery

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:slight_smile: Mine is so very romantic and traditional a tale. :slight_smile:

We were on the phone; I was at Sorority Rush and totally miserable (I am SO NOT the sorority type), and he was consoling me. We got around to talking about us. There was already this kind of assumption that we were going in that direction, and I said I wanted to be engaged. He said ok. Next time we were together he gave me his mother’s ring, and I told my parents a month later.

Lovely story, no?

Cessandra

I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!

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We were on the raised, wooden catwalk over the dunes on a beach at 1 am on the Atlantic Ocean on a cool and clear star studded night. There were millions of these lovely bright yellow beach flowers all over the place and the small park was deserted, lit by the soft glow of those pinkish lot lights. The inshore breeze was fragrant and fresh and we were cuddling and talking as we enjoyed being alone. She asked for some of the bright yellow flowers off of the catwalk, and, obligingly, I vaulted the wooden rail to get them for her.

Love makes one forget to think clearly. As I sailed over the side, feeling like Arnold Schwatrznegger, one hand still on the rail, it abruptly dawned on me that my feet had NOT HIT GROUND where the ground was supposed to be. As my head dipped below the rail and I let go, remaining in a dignified, vertical position, catching a glimpse of her lovely and happily surprised face looking down at me, I realized that A: the ground was a lot further down than I had thought and B: this was probably going to hurt – a lot.

When my head reached the base of the walkway and still my feet had not hit anything solid, I revised my opinion in that it definitely was going to hurt a whole lot. I was starting to think that the whole idea had been a bad one when I hit the sand feet first with a tremendous impact and staggered wildly – not wanting to fall on my face and look bad for her – somewhere miles above.

My ankles and one hip responded to my stupidity and fired off pain signals to remind me what an ass I had been and as I staggered about, trying not to swear, tears of pain in the corners of my eyes, her sweet voice called down from lofty heights and asked if I was OK. I straightened up, stopped swearing under my breath, looked up at her beautiful and concerned face – all that soft hair blowing wonderfully in the wind – and mildly said ‘yes’.

Then I hobbled about, walking it off, ripping flowers out with a vengeance, berating myself for not realizing that the 5 foot expected drop was more like 10 or 15 and when I had a bouquet, I stopped and looked around. I was up to my shoulders in dark shrouded flowers, in a vast rolling sea of them, many, many yards from the parking lot. She was up there, above me, telling me to be careful and how sweet I was and I realized that I was going to have to do the manly thing and climb the catwalk supports back to her.

In the dark. This was Florida. Nasty things like to live along the beams and supports of catwalks in Florida. I had to climb it with flowers. For her. All of the way up. In the dark.

I did so and, managing to keep a smile on my face the whole way, ignoring the splinters that imbedded themselves in my hands and vaulted – less sprightly I might add – over the rail and presented the bouquet to her with a flourish.

While I was recovering, she was cooing and smiling over the flowers, smelling their delicate scent and placing a few in her hair, gently admonishing me for taking a risk, making sure that I was not hurt and making me feel that it had all been worth it.

Later, at the catwalk end, where the steps went down to the shimmering, whitish sands of the shore and the waves rolled in eternally, I produced an engagement ring and asked her to marry me. She was ecstatic, and most of the hard won flowers wound up tossed to the winds as she jumped at me in an embrace that almost knocked me down the stairs.

Romantic, no?

(We broke up a month later. I got my ring back.)

CAREFUL! We don’t want to learn from this!(Calvin and Hobbs)

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This is the account of a the proposal of a friend of mine, from his (now) fiancee’s POV. It was posted on the other board I frequent.

A funny thing happened this weekend. It was actually something wonderful but I am trying not to be too mushy.

  The funny things actually started last week when John had a conipition fit about a hair appointment I made on Friday afternoon. I did have trouble understanding why I had to - out of nowhere - start telling him when I made appointments.

All I know is he told me that I NEEDED to tell him when I do these sort of things. Anyway, to make a long story short, I was given the go ahead to go to my appointment only after I swore on Hensley’s (fiancee’s dog) health that I would be back by 7 p.m. for dinner reservations.

Another strange occurrence was the sudden visit of my best friend from Houston, who said she was coming in Saturday. This was strange too because whenever we get together, we always drive in Friday nights so we can spend the whole day together but Brandy wanted to drive in Saturday this time???

After my hair appointment, which did not go all that well by the way, I drove home like Speed Racer because of course I was running late. I walked into my apartment, expecting to see John, because that was the plan. He wasn’t there and neither was my dog. On the sofa there was a purple rose and a card. As I started to read the card, a very, very, very deep voice from behind me says “Nice Hair.”

It was Brandy!!!

And she was dressed up nice too.

Brandy handed me a glass of wine and told me to hurry up and read my card as she was putting black, heeled, spaghetti-strap sandals on my feet. She was also stuffing Cool Ranch Doritoes down my throat that came straight from the freezer. She was humming “You Lost That Loving Feeling” under her breath too. I thought the shoes didn’t quite go with my jeans but Brandy and I are always doing something to make each other laugh so it really wasn’t as strange as it sounds. John’s card instructed us to go to Foleys in Lakeline Mall.

After turning on Lakeline Mall Blvd. twice and then getting back on Highway 183 to go to the Mobil station to ask for directions, we finally made it to Foleys. In the store, a clerk whose name was not Jackie, handed me a dress bag with my picture on it, a purple rose, a card and a tiara. She also made Brandy show her the receipt, to which Brandy huffily replied, “Don’t you see her picture on the bag?” The dress is very pretty - it is black with black sparkles made of glitter. It has a scooped back and a very high slit. I like it a lot. I plan on wearing it to work on Thursday. There was also matching lingerie. I plan on wearing that on Thursday too. The card instructed us to go to Sun Coast Movies.

Brandy, still humming “You Lost That Loving Feeling,” took pictures the entire time. There is a great shot of me on one of those demo cars they keep in the mall. We were pretending like I was a model. There are also tons of pictures of Brandy. She wanted to be in all the pictures. I don’t know why people were staring at us so much.

At Sun Coast Movies, there was another bag with my picture on it, a card and a purple rose. Inside was the movie “Top Gun.” When Brandy and I were in eighth grade, we use to eat Cool Ranch Doritoes straight from the freezer, and watch this movie. I bet we’ve watched the movie five hundred times. Val Kilmer was hers, Tom Cruise was mine. The card at Sun Coast Movies instructed us to go to Grapevine Market.

On the way to Grapevine market, we ate more doritoes. At Grapevine Market, there was a bottle of champagne with my picture on it and a purple rose. We took pictures with all the store’s employees there as well. Brandy then gave me another card, which instructed us to go to the scenic overlook on Loop 360. John and I had gone here on my birthday. It has a beautiful view of downtown Austin.

At the scenic overlook, John was standing in the rain with a arm full of irises and gladioli and two silver champagne flutes. After presenting me a five-carat heart-shaped quartz ring, we decided to marry each other. It was awesome! We are having the real one made with the diamond my dad gave my mom when he proposed. There was also two guys there who congratulated us and we got pictures with them. Brandy made them take a picture of all three of us. This is when I threatened Brandy with the possibility that Kris Carroll could be my matron of honor. She straighted up after that. I can only imagine our wedding pictures with Brandy peaking over shoulders in all of them.

After that, we then went to Jazz’s, where his family and my family were waiting. Several of our friends were there as well. Amy ate my mushrooms, which I am not quite over yet but I’ll forgive her in time for the wedding so she can stand up with me.

There is our story.

I’m now hoping for a surprise wedding!

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Well, since this story has yet to be told on this MB from my point of view, I figure I’ll oblige my many fans. :wink:

I pretty much had the idea that Brian was going to propose, especially since I picked out the ring and all. I just had no idea when. He told me he put the ring on the wrong credit card, and had to tell the dealer (he got it on Ebay) to re-do the transaction. He claimed this caused a delay, which would mean he wouldn’t have the ring when I was visiting him. I had no problem with this–I didn’t expect the proposal until much later.

So I get to Raleigh, and the first full day I’m there we have plans to drive to Charlotte to see the Knicks play the Hornets. Hornets games are tons of fun–the crowd is always very excited, and I’ve always loved the mascot, a big teal acrobatic bug named Hugo. I’d told Brian as much. That morning, I called my mother, who had conveniently forgotten that I was even going to be going to the game (she knew about everything, and I commend her for keeping her mouth shut). She even told me to keep an eye on the scoreboard, but only AFTER I mentioned that Ohio State’s first round tournament game was going to be going on at the same time we were there. Then, before we left, Brian got a phone call from a woman from the Hornets. He deftly explained it by telling me that he was trying to use his connections to meet a few Knicks players, and that she was most likely calling back to say that it wouldn’t work. He actually snuck off to the bathroom to call her back about 15 minutes later, even going so far as to run the water for a while so I wouldn’t hear him talking.

So we make the three-hour drive, check in to our hotel, and head to the arena. Got a great parking space, and had seats next to the aisle amidst a contingent of Knicks fans. Brian’s a Knicks fan, so that was cool.

First strange thing I notice is that Brian actually stands aside to let me in, as opposed to taking the inside seat and letting me have the aisle. This is unlike him, but I didn’t really think more of it. It wasn’t particularly bothersome to me. The next thing he said was “I’m going to try not to smoke for this entire game. But since I can’t leave, you can’t either, or I’ll want to leave.” Since I wasn’t about to do anything that would make him want to smoke, I decided that I wasn’t going anywhere.

So we sit down to watch the game. At the end of the first quarter, I notice the scoreboards light up with the phrase “Elizabeth, will you marry me?” I about laughed my ass off. See, my name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Libby, and I knew Brian would be nowhere near that formal. The coincidence boggled my mind, though. I pointed it out to him, and of course, he was freaking out thinking something had gone wrong. We both ended up laughing, but for entirely different reasons.

So after a very twisted game of Simon Says with local celebrities during halftime, I settled down to watch the rest of the game. And then, right before the game began again, I happened to glance up at the scoreboard to see the words “Hey Libby” materialize. As I stared in amazement, the phrase completed itself with “Will you marry me? Love, Brian.” My jaw about hit the floor, I was so shocked. I never knew he even had the ring, and the next thing I knew he was on his knees presenting it. I didn’t even give him a chance to put it on. I just said “yes” and grabbed it from him so I could look at it. It was even prettier in person. Right after I slipped it on, the mascot of the Hornets showed up with a basketball that said “Hey Libby, will you marry me?” on it. Everyone around us was cheering, including a very vociferous Knicks fan who had been leading cheers all evening. As we embraced, he led a cheer of “That’s so beautiful,” and an entire section was chanting it along with him. After everything settled down, both couples sitting directly next to us asked me to show off the ring, to which I happily obliged. I was shaking for the remainder of the game, and if anyone asked me if there was a third quarter, I would honestly have had to say “third what?”

As we left, a little girl took a picture of us, ostensibly for a scrapbook, and we thanked the Knicks fan who led the cheer. People who left before us were offering their congratulations as they walked by.

All in all, that was one of the happiest days I’ve ever had. I’m sure it will be matched only by the day I actually marry him.

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First husband: After three days of him having a 104 degree temperature that Tylenol only would bring to 102, he asked me to marry him. I said, “Honey, you’re delusional,” and took him to the hospital where he was promptly admitted with pnemonia.

He was released the next day and gave me the cold shoulder for the next three until he finally admitted he was upset by me not taking his proposal seriously. huh?! I said yes and regret it to this day.

Current Hubby: We had been living together for two years and he was thinking of buying a house. I pulled a fast one.

He was in Columbus working for a client and I drove up to bring him clean clothes and stay the weekend.

Him: in his underwear, lying in hotel bed watching TV. Mentions looking for houses when he gets back to Cincinnati.

Me: Putting on makeup, getting ready to go out to dinner. I mention that when he buys a house, I’m going to get an apartment of my own because our relationship really doesn’t seem serious enough to buy a house together.

He gets down on both knees (still clad only in undies) and asks me to marry him. I tell him to **** off, this is NOT a funny joke. He calls his mother right there and tells her that he asked me to marry him.

We ran away to Vegas a year later.

I’m deliriously happy.

My kids brighten up our home. They never turn the lights off. -A Wallyism

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Well, I met this wonderful guy… everything seemed so perfect! After we had been dating for a while, he proposed to me on the Pirates of the Carribean ride at Disneyland! I was so surprised, and of course I said YES! Then we went to the antique jewelry store in New Orleans Square (still Disneyland) where he bought my ring… Ah, but the best part is yet to come!

My annulment is set for hearing next month! YA-HOOOOOOO! :slight_smile:
Or maybe I should say, yo ho yo ho I"ll never do THAT again…
:slight_smile:
A Girl

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LMAO!!!

I’m still choked up over DB’s last line so I’ll post mine later. ::sniff, sniff::

Those who are dancing look insane to those who cannot hear the music.

One-of-a-kind, custom-designed Wally sig available on request.

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Aaah, so many to relate!

My first marriage proposal was from my first boyfriend when I was eighteen. We were walking together one fine spring day (we had been together for about a month) when he asked me if I would marry him. I was in a good mood, so I said yes. He seemed relieved.
We made big plans, even setting a date. He really was clueless, since I planned the date around my best friend’s birthday (Oh, I’m going to have to be out of town that weekend, how about this one?)

I didn’t realize he was serious until he told his mom later that summer. I was completely shocked, and she was appalled (she hated me).
We dated for another five months after that, when I dumped him for being a jealous prick.

The second and third were both assumed. As in, I slept with them, so they assumed I’d marry them. Each one told me this as I broke up with him. One was very sweet, but we had different goals for my life, and the other was another jealous idiot.

And the last (and final) wasn’t a real proposal, we just decided we wanted to be together. The hard part was finding a way to tell my parents, who barely knew him.

We were married last year, and are deliriously happy.

BTW, my family has grown to love him, and I love his family and they love me. The one thing I learned from my many failed relationships was never commit to someone whose family and friends you don’t like, or who don’t like you.

I’m a political prisoner trapped in a windowless cage
Cuz I stopped the slaughter of turnips by killing five men in a rage.