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Last year (June 17, to be precise), my boyfriend of nearly 4 years asked me over the phone (we were both at work) if I would marry him in Italy the following summer.

I was definitely waiting for such a moment, and -- although it wasn't quite what I expected for a proposal -- I said 'yes, let's!' and immediately hung up the phone and told my mom and BFF that HE'D FINALLY PROPOSED!

Five minutes later, he called back and said FORGET WE HAD THAT CONVERSATION (as if)! He said he didn't mean to blurt it out like that; he wanted to propose officially, romantically and IN PERSON. Fair enough. I became a true 'waiting bee' at that moment. I fully expected he'd propose that evening, or perhaps within the day or week. Anything more seemed unthinkable. Right? WRONG!

My official proposal did not come until NOVEMBER 20. Yes, OVER FIVE MONTHS of jumping every time he told me he wanted to talk or took me on a nice date. It's hard to remember it now, but I was a wreck. I felt humiliated ... like friends and family were pitying me. It was bad. I started making wedding plans without a ring on my finger, all the while feeling like a fraud and wondering if I was deluding myself.

I don't know why men do this. I really don't. It's got to be that they don't fully understand what they put us through. But I do know that when the moment finally came, it was romantic and special (and even unexpected) and I quickly forgave him all the months of torment.

Hang in there waiting bees ... I feel your pain, and can tell you first hand that it doesn't last forever (although it sure feels like it will).

Thank you for this post! I needed a "there's a light at the end of the tunnel" kind of reminder lol. One of those days...

How did he propose?

Yes, there's definitely a light. I barely even remember those terrible 'waiting' months now (although writing that post yesterday made me a little bit mad all over again).

My FI proposed to me on an airplane. We were flying to his parents' house for Thanksgiving. He got up to use the bathroom and was gone a really long time. I just assumed there was a long line, but he was in the back of the plane talking to the flight attendants, asking them to help him propose. They wanted to ask me over the intercom, but he thought that might be TOO public. They suggested putting the ring in my drink, but unfortunately I ordered coffee.

Finally, FI sat back down and the flight attendant came down the aisle handing out bags of pretzels. When she got to my seat, she thunked down a ring box on the tray with my pretzels. I swear, for a minute I thought, "Wow...this is a generous airline, handing out gifts." I thought maybe it was some random thing, like I was their 1 millionth customer. It was pretty confusing.

But then I looked up and FI was on one knee asking me to marry him. I opened the box and he put the ring on my finger. Then he said, "Uh...you didn't say yes." I was so stunned I totally forgot to say anything! So I said 'yes,' and the flight attendants and people around us said 'awww!'

When we were exiting the plane, the flight attendants handed us a trash bag. They were excited for us and wanted to give us a gift, but they didn't have much on hand. We thanked them and said goodbye then sat down in the terminal and opened the bag. It contained 4 small bottles of wine (2 red, 2 white) and like 50 small bags of cocktail peanuts. So funny! We still have the wine and about half the peanuts. I smile whenever I see them in the cupboard.

Good luck! I hope to be reading YOUR proposal story very soon!

Thanks for sharing JadeBlue..cute story!

Thanks for sharing. Nice to hear a store on the waiting boards from someone who has graduated :)