- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2012
I’ve been a member here for a while but I never posted my proposal story and, a year after the proposal, I thought I’d share our story.
I met my lovely fiance (G) nearly six years ago in a club when I was still with my horrible ex. We swapped MSN Messenger addresses and chatted as friends, once arranging to meet for coffee after I split with my ex (which never happened thanks to me being delayed at a hospital appointment), but nothing happened until a little over three years ago.
We met again at the same club in September 2008 and kissed briefly but apparently he totally forgot that happened. Then, at the end of February 2009, I had the worst date I have ever had. It was a second date over dinner and by the end of the starter I was desperate to escape. To cheer me up, my friends dragged me back to the same club I’d met G in and I ended up spending the whole evening on his lap telling him about the terrible date. I knew that he’d always fancied me, so I agreed to go to a party with him the following Saturday.
On the day of the party, he came and picked me up and took me out to dinner before the party. He opened doors, pulled out chairs and behaved like an absolute gentleman. Then at the party… I ended up giving him a lapdance and when he drove me home he held my hand all the way (when he wasn’t changing gears).
He stayed the night and dropped me off at synagogue for a Purim play rehearsal the next day. My mum commented on how happy I looked but I didn’t realise how much I was glowing.
We talked over MSN constantly and soon two dates a week turned to three, and by the summer we were together every single day.
Early on in our relationship we’d talked about the fact that we both wanted to buy a house and were trying to save hard for a deposit. We went to Italy on holiday that summer and came back having realised that we were happiest when we were together alone so we started seriously looking for somewhere to buy together.
By January 2010, we’d bought and moved into a three bedroom house together (with the intentions of it being our first family home) and the topic of marriage was starting to come up.
So I waited, and I waited, and I waited. In July, my grandma gave her engagement ring to my brother to give to G to give to me when he proposed but the proposal still didn’t come.
By the autumn I was losing patience and I told him that he had to propose by the end of the year and I honestly expected a proposal at the bells on New Years Eve.
I did add one vital caveat. I asked him not to propose on Christmas Day, as I was cooking Christmas dinner for both our families and wouldn’t have time to enjoy it.
On Christmas eve we had invited lots of people over for a casual dinner and general Christmas relaxation. Only my brother and G’s best friend turned up.
I’d made lots and lots of nibbles, and a whole slow roast belly of pork, creamy potato and sweet potato mash and agrodolce peppers (with mulled Carlsberg gravy, as we didn’t have any cider and figured it was about the only way the can of Carlsberg would ever be used up).
After dinner, we were sitting around chatting and G disappeared into the cupboard under the stairs for a moment and reappeared with a bottle box shaped wrapped present. He gestured for me to open it and I asked if I should wait ’til Christmas day.
My brother is a great lover of whisky and was convinced it must be a bottle of single malt, so encouraged me to open it and G insisted.
Some months ago I’d said to G that, as he hadn’t had to buy a ring (my ring was given to him to give to me by my Grandma), he should propose to me with some beautiful shoes or a bottle of Dom Perignon.
When I opened the top of the wrapping paper I could see the words “Dom Perignon 2002″ and burst into happy tears. My brother and G’s mate were utterly baffled by my tears and I finished unwrapping the present.
The box inside was still sealed so I was expecting him to get down on one knee with a ring box. He just suggested I should open up the box itself. I split the seal and opened the box to find the ring tied to the neck of the bottle with a satin ribbon.
I asked G if he was going to ask me the question. But by this point, G was also giggling and in tears so my brother jokingly said “R will you marry G”. Our guests took a moment to pop away and G untied the ring from the bottle, slid it on my finger and said “Will you marry me?”. I nodded enthusiastically and tried to get the word “Yes” out.
We decided to keep the Dom Perignon until our parents came over the next day, and called my parents to let them know. I don’t think anyone has ever been as excited by someone else’s proposal as my mum was by ours.
I think it was possibly the best Christmas present I could ever have had.
The ring is seriously gorgeous. It was my grandma’s and yet doesn’t look old-fashioned. It’s a 1.24 carat antique brilliant cut diamond set in a platinum gallery setting on a narrow band with two 0.12 carat baguettes. She and my grandpa were happily married until he died when I was young and I hope it is a good luck charm for us.
What I didn’t realise was that there was another side to the story.
Here’s the story in his words:
I remembered that Sundae had said that when I proposed I should give her a bottle of Dom Perignon. I went to Costco to try to get it and couldn’t find it, as they’d moved it and started to stress out. I was so relieved when I found it. Sundae had been nagging me for months to propose already (as we’d agreed earlier in the year that we’d get married in 2012).
I already had the ring hidden in the house, so I attached it to the neck of the bottle with a ribbon and sealed the box up again, before wrapping it and hiding it in the cupboard to wait for Christmas Eve.
On Christmas Eve, when her brother and my best friend had joined us for dinner, I sat with one eye on the clock planning to fetch the box from the cupboard at five to twelve as it wasn’t Christmas Day. Having previously agreed not to propose on Christmas Day due to the stresses of family invasions and a large dinner to prepare, I wanted to sneak it in just before the strike of twelve.
So at five to twelve, or so I thought, I fetched the box from the cupboard (please see Sundae’s story above) to later discover that the watch I hadn’t worn since the summer was an hour slow and I’d proposed at five to eleven.
So this year at five to eleven we were at his parents and I turned to G and smiled and kissed him and we had that little moment of magic.
On Christmas morning this year, G gave me a another similar parcel. A box the shape and weight of one containing a bottle of something. I was really excited so opened that one first. Inside was a litre bottle of Nando’s Hot Peri Peri Sauce which made me giggle like crazy. So much so that I didn’t notice something tied to the neck of the bottle…
In the same way he’d tied my engagement ring to the bottle of champagne to the neck of the bottle last year, this year there was a morganite and sapphire ring set in sterling silver for part of my Christmas present.
We proceeded to drink a bottle of Dom Perignon with our friend who was staying (who supplied a block of foie gras from a friend in France).
Here’s both rings with the champagne and foie gras. (Apologies to those who have ethical objections to foie gras, but it was a gift and bloody tasty!)
And just for the hell of it, here’s the main course… for three of us!