I was really surprised!
I mean, we’d been talking about marriage for about 2 or 3 years by the time he proposed (we’d been together 5 years and 4 months when he popped the question, and started seriously discussing marriage after about 2.5 years together), and I’d half-expected him to propose about 6 months before, on our big summer holiday. As it happened, early in January he suggested a short break away, and as I had leave booked for early Feb, I sorted out 3 nights in Spain. In hindsight, this was completely unlike him and should have had me suspicious, but he said he wanted to get away because his mum had been in hospital and we’d been super-stressed (we had), so I fell for it.
The proposal story is hilarious; there were SO many moments when I should have guess; he got worrried on the plane because we had to put our bags about half-way down, and kepy looking back, and I was like ‘What are you worried about?! We have all our valuable with us!’ (the ring was in the bag lol). Then he wanted to buy a couple of bottles of wine at the supermarket when we got there, and I only wanted to get one because we’d have to carry it, so moaned and moaned then made him carry it :-s
We then had a siesta as our flight was very early, but I snoozed the alarm and we didn’t wake up until 9pm, at which point he flies into a panic about the restaurants being shut (low season is very quiet and things close early). I was like ‘Chill out! If we have to get a McDonalds we do, it doesn’t matter!’
We then walked down the seafront and he suggested coming back later with a bottle of wine; I looked at the sea in disgust and went ‘Oh God no, it looks like oil!’ (it was dark, so the sea looked really black)
I then made him go to a few bars until about 1am, thinking that was what he’d want to do, but he was itching to get away. He then suggests walking back down the seafront, at which point I whack out a map, and proceed to demonstrate how doing so would be going massively out of our way. I then refuse to get a taxi (he’s panicking about a 20 minute walk in the early hours with a ring lol), but he hailed one on the way.
We get back to the apartment, and he suggests opening a bottle of wine; I say “Really? Do you not think we’ve had enough tonight?” but grudgingly get it out and head onto the blacony, complete with brown granny-blanket I’ve found in the cupboard to make a point about how cold I am. We open the wine, and have a few sips, and then he pulls me up into his arms, and gives me a lovely speech about how much he loves me. At this point, I’m thinking ‘Aww, how sweet.. But how random!”. He then goes into his back pocket for the ring, at which point I look at him in disgust and exclaim “Are you scratching your ass?!”. He then just went down onto one knee and asked lol, and I was SO shocked I was speechless
So no, didn’t expect it at all, despite god knows how many things which should probably have given me a clue. I think I’d always expected him to propose on our big holiday, and would definitely have expected it if he’d waited until our Mexico trip in the June; as it was, I just didn’t put two and two together, and never guessed for one second that he’d planned it all planning to propose 🙂
I love that it was such a surprise, and I love the proposal story; the fact I never guessed makes it funnier 😉