Hello, my name is Nona99 and I am a Poor Proposal Survivor….Mr. 99 had done everything right, he asked my Dad, he took my parents to go get the ring, he chose something that was perfect, marvelous and just what I wanted AND I had no idea any of this was going on. Sounds like a great proposal in the making, right? WRONG?
Mr. 99 had planned to propose to me in our favorite sushi restaurant on Valentine’s Day, my brother and his wife were going with us, but that wouldn’t have bothered me at all…well, I guess Mr. 99 told my SIL and she freaked, and then she told my brother and he freaked, which freaked Mr. 99 out and the whole time I’m eating my spider roll wondering what the hell everyone’s problem is….of course, he lost his nerve, so we headed home, decided that ice cream sounded AMAZING. Picked up two blizzards and as I was trying to get in the door, carry the ice cream, get out of my coat and boots AND avoid our dogs excitement, I turn around to see Mr, 99 standing there, holding my ring in his big old paws and he says, “Can we do this now?”
That bothered me for years! So much that it actually took me two years to tell him just how dissapointed I was about the fact that I was a married lady, but had never had anyone ask me to marry them….now, we’re not stupid, you can’t fix something like that, it was a one shot deal and he boned it, but whenever he gives me jewelry, it is present to me from a handsome devil of a man who is on one knee in atonement for the one and only time I needed him to do something and he didn’t.
Now it’s a great story, we laugh about it, but sometimes, when I see someone I’m close to getting this amazing proposal, I won’t lie, it stings a little, but I’m still happy he asked, I still love him to pieces and I live in perpetual hope, that someday he’ll pull of some grand romantic gesture that kinda makes up for it, but won’t mind if he doesn’t.