- 1 week ago
- Wedding: September 2013
Well, the first time my guy proposed, he came in town (he was living in another state), and he made up some bologna about going somewhere without me for some reason. I can’t remember. I knew it was bogus because I believed he was picking up the ring.
Then, he wanted to take me to our favorite sandwich place to eat. Then he wanted to get me my favorite drink, a mocha frappuccino. Then, instead of going to my house, he decided we needed to go to the park where we went at night after our first date.
We walked around there, talking about when we’d first hooked up. Then he decided to go to the car, and I was like WTF??????????
At the car, he went on the driver’s side and then he went on my side to let me in. But he didn’t let me in. He started saying all kinds of sweet things that I don’t even remember now because I zonked out, realizing he was proposing because he had a jewelry store gift bag. I kept telling myself to listen, listen, listen, but I couldn’t retain a single sentence. I should ask him if he remembers. LOL
He didn’t kneel. He handed me the WHOLE package the ring came in. Gift bag, everything. Even the receipt was in there. He asked me. I said yes. I opened the gift bag, took out the ring, and I gave it to him. He looked all clueless, so I extended my left hand. We hugged for a long, long time, and then he kissed me.
During the proposal, I confess. I had a few seconds where I was like, “Really? this is the proposal?” But it was only fleeting. The proposal was perfect for me.
Now, we did NOT get married. 6 years later, and I don’t care what kind of proposal he does. We have a new ring on the way. I assume this time will be just as quirky, memorable and perfect for me. Oh, I still have the first ring, too, but after what we went through, I told him that I was getting a new ring. Better believe it.