@maloussii: Yup; every step of the way, I ruined it! My story is LONG, but pretty funny IMPO! Here it is…
Back in January 2011 he suggested we go away for a night/weekend, saying that he needed a break and time to relax (his mum had been in hospital since early November and it had been a hugely stressful time for both of us, so, I believed him). Me being obsessed with anything vaguely holiday/hotel/travel related, I got stuck in to researching our options, and found an amazing deal: 4* apartment in Spain for 3 nights with flights and transfers for £90 each! We went ahead and booked.
We flew from Luton early on Friday 4th February. We were flying with Easy Jet, so of course it was the usual thing of rushing to the gate and getting in line to get decent seats. Unfortunately, as we stood in the (very long!) queue, the bloody fire alarm went off! Cue us being evacuated at 5am in the freezing cold onto the tarmac: nice!
When we eventually got back in, we’d lost our place in line, but luckily, we still got seats together. Unfortunately though, we had to stow our carry-on cases quite far back on the plane, and my OH was getting visibly worried about this. So there I am, going on about how I have all our valuables (passports, cash, jewellery, phones) in my hand-bag, not getting what he has to be worried about (of course, the ring is in his case (which I insisted on packing and he only just managed to sneak in by pretending he’d forgotten to pack toiletries lol); oh, and I’d forgotten to get him travel insurance!)
We land, and get to the hotel without major incident, and they tell us that the safe incurs an extra charge, which I refuse to pay as we don’t ‘need’ to. He’s a bit on edge about this, I figure he’s just being a big girl about it! We dump our bags down, and head out. We’ve got SERIOUSLY lucky with the weather (beautiful bright sunshine and 24C, amazing!) so we enjoy a beer and sangria at a bar on the seafront.
Then we hit the supermarket, to stock up on bits for breakfast/lunch and drinks. I pick up a bottle of sparkling wine for us to share before heading out for dinner, and he suggests getting two, cue an argument where I say I don’t see the point as we’ll only need one for tonight, but I eventually agree on the basis that HE carries them!
We get back, and are now quite tired, having been up since 3am and having had very little sleep, so we decide to have a siesta, and I set my phone alarm for 7pm, doing it’s low season and restaurants don’t open as late.
It gets to 7pm, my alarm goes off, in my sleepy state I cancel it… We wake up at 8.30pm, and my OH starts getting in a panic about how late it is, and rushes round like a madman getting ready while I take my merry time, drinking sparkling wine, doing my hair, and telling him we can always grab a McDonalds if the worst comes to the worst, which he doesn’t take kindly to, but I don’t really see what he’s worried about, so ignore it.
We head out eventually at 9.30pm. We walk down the seafront, and all the restaurants are closed (not looking good!), and he suggests coming back later on after dinner with the other bottle of wine; at which point my lovely comment is ‘Urgh no! The sea looks like oil!’ (ahh, ever the romantic I am!). But, we find a lovely restaurant at the marina which is open, so have dinner, during which he broaches the subject of marriage and proposing, at which point I start going on about how there’s no rush, etc etc!
We finish dinner and I suggest drinks; he doesn’t seem keen, but, trying to be the cool, relaxed girlfriend I insist, and we stay out until 1am, when he suggests heading back, and says that maybe we could walk down the seafront. At this point, I whack a MAP out of my bag, and proceed to demonstrate that walking down the seafront is not the most direct route, and that we should walk down the main road. He then suggests getting a cab, and I’m like ‘It’s a 15 minute walk, that’s such a waste of money!’ (jeez, what a cheapskate! lol), but, after I proceed to walk into a planter (yup, I am a moron, wasn’t even drunk!) he hails one anyway.
We arrive back at the apartment, and he suggests going out onto the balcony with the second bottle of sparkling wine. I ask if yet more alcohol is necessary (such a charmer!), and moan about how it’s cold, then take a manky brown blanket out with me to make a point lol. But, it’s pretty nice to be fair sitting out there sipping sparkling wine and talking
Then, he stands up and gestures for me to come to him, and gives me a big cuddle and tells me how much he loves me, and us, etc, before reaching around to his back pocket… I take a step back, and go, ‘Are you scratching your arse?!’ At this point he must have just wanted to get it over with lol, so he drops to one knee, and presents the ring, and asks me to marry him. I was gob-smacked; how I didn’t twig, god only knows; I can only think it’s because I always assumed he would propose on our main summer holiday, and probably not even that year.
We then stayed up talking until about 5am, and I kept staring at my ring. The rest of the holiday was amazing; great weather, and it was just so so nice being newly engaged and abroad, and just having that time together
I love the fact it didn’t go to plan though; it’s just so ‘us’, and makes a hilarious story lol