- 6 years ago
First off: I am so, so happy, thrilled, excited to finally be engaged to the man I’ve known I would marry since just about our third date! (I even said that to my friend after she jokingly asked how the date had gone!) Although we often fight because we have silly personality quirks that sometimes don’t mesh, it’s always in good fun and we’re back to cuddling as soon as our tempers blow over.
Anyway, in a way that, I’m slowly realizing, is actually very “us”, here’s our proposal story:
I was expecting my bf to propose because he had talked to my parents the week before, and had a hunch it would happen once I returned from a work trip at the end of the week. Unfortunately, right before leaving, we had a fight around the fact that some members of his family still weren’t as excited/on board with our potential engagement as I would have liked (nothing related to me, but he is from a broken home where a lot of people wound up not believing in marriage to the point of advocacy).
I left angry, we made up over the phone but I was still stressed and bitter when I got back. Anyway, he said some nice things, we were in the make-out, frisky stage of our typical making up after fight routine, when he tells me to pull back the sheets on the bed and there was the ring! It was in the bedsheets!
We had a fight after that (which I do feel bad about since I had told him whatever way he does it is fine by me), because I had expected more from him after all his planning and it felt like such a letdown.
He later told me that he did have lots of romantic things planned but didn’t feel like doing them because of the fight. I left to get some fresh air and he chased me down the street in a suit with flowers and did it the right way 🙂
Then we went to the Plaza for champagne!!
Like I said, I’m starting to like my story: it’s silly, dramatic, romantic and very us. Oh and the ring is a family heirloom from 1920 that I absolutely love and it reminds me of how special our love is every day!