- 8 years ago
- Wedding: June 2012
So, I’ve been on the bee for about a month, and I suppose it’s time I post my engagement story.
I’m a romantic. Hardcore. I grew up reading love stories and watching Disney, and now I’m an English teacher that shakes her head when her students refuse to swoon over Romeo and Juliet. So when I got proposed to, of course it had to be something over-the-top romantic, right?
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my fiance to pieces. He is extremely attentive and treats me like a princess, but he isn’t exactly the most romantic person. We had been dating for 2 years in October. We started talking about marriage, but he told me not to even BEGIN to think about getting engaged until at least February. He then said, “You know what, better make it sometime between February and June.” Sigh. A timeline is not romantic.
As October turned to November, I began to get “the itch.” In a moment of pure shame, I begged to look at rings. He obliged. He told the nice man at the jewelry store that he’d be in touch sometime after Feb. 1st.
Thanksgiving came and went. I made peace with the idea of a somewhat expected engagement within a somewhat expected timeline.
Then, one Friday after school (we’re both teachers) in early December, we went home to his house and I decided to lie down for a little bit to get some energy for our planned Dexter-watching marathon that night. After about 10 minutes, he came in and started to say nice things. I thought nothing of it; he says nice things all the time.
Then, he said, “Will you marry me?” and I laughed and said sure. After all, we were going to get engaged in February, right? I thought he was joking.
Then, he reached for his pants. I honestly thought he was just self-adjusting, so to speak. But he pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a box. I thought, “Why is he giving me earrings?” The thought never crossed my mind that it might be a ring. Then he said, “Will you marry me?” again and opened the box, and hysterics ensued. I pushed him, ala Elaine Bennis (“Get OUT!”) and screamed, cried, yelled, etc. etc.
Was it romantic? Maybe not by tradition’s standards. But my boyfriend who could not even keep my SURPRISE birthday dinner a secret this past year (he told me a week ahead of time) had snuck on my phone to steal pictures of rings I liked, custom-designed and ordered a ring in October, took me ring shopping after the fact, and waited for a moment that hit him as “the right time.” It was definitely the most romantic moment I’ve ever experienced.
Now…the pics! Sorry that the second one is sideways.