Post # 1
Today in the car I heard a song about a couple getting engaged and how the guy got down on one knee and all that jazz and I started thinking that is so cute and how much I had always dreamed about my man down on one knee giving this big speach saying how much he loved and then I would jump into his arms. But then I thought about my proposal and it was so not what I hoped for but I loved it! I wouldn’t change it for anything there was no down on one knee, no speech (there was no need for one, he tells me how much he loves every single day) and no jumping on my part, just shock. Then I got to thinking my fiance, the love of my life, who I want to grow old with is so not what I wanted in a man! I always pictured myself with a clean cut guy, slightly taller me, well spoken, the life of the party, someone who would buy me flowers just because, a guy who would spoil me, who had a great family and someone who is spontanious and just does stuff. But my FI is a foot and half taller then me, looks funny without facial hair, he is shy around new people, he doesn’t like to talk, he has bought me flowers once in our three year relationship, his family sucks, he never spoils me, and he is the least spontatnious person I know. But I am ok with that! I love him so much and he makes me so happy. He may not give me the things I wanted but he gives me the things that make me happy. He gives me back massages, he lets me talk and talk and talk (i love to talk lol) I love his sruffyness. He would rather buy me cheesecake instead of flowers. I could go on and on! He is the perfect guy for me but I didn’t think a guy like him would be perfect for me. He is not what I wanted but we don’t always know what we want until it is infront of our faces. My mom’s joke is that I always had a crush on Ren from Footloose but ended up with his goofy friend Willard 🙂 Is anyone else shocked about who ended you ended up with? Is he just not the person you expected to put butterflies in your stomach?
Post # 3
@alyssaC: Aww…your story is so sweet!
I felt the same way about my DH. I always thought I wanted the suave cassanova; the pretty boy who was always impeccably groomed and could work a room and all the girls want to be with him. I landed a laidback, “rustic” guy who would live in sweat pants and tees, if he could. (It’s a good thing he cleans up well, too! ) The DH brings out my girly side and I love it!
Post # 4
I didn’t get the one knee either…but then again my ring was sitting on the seat of his truck…in a snow covered parking lot. So I’ll cut my wonderful FI some slack.
My FI isn’t who I pictured myself with. He likes hunting, racing, 4-wheeling…just your overall “good old boy”. But he’s exactly who I needed before I even knew what I wanted.
PS – He’s gotten me to try new things like 4-wheeling, snowmobiling, and ice fishing. And I’ve taught him to slow down and smell the roses.
Post # 5
Honestly, my FI is exactly who I’d have expected to end up with. I’m just shocked that he actually wants ME 😛 lol.
Post # 6
@mnp: haha yeah I got the laid back guy, FI only wore basketball shorts and flip flops up until about a year ago. Most days he’s in jeans and t-shirt, I should have caught onto the proposal considering he was wearing a polo shirt that day….
Post # 7
@alyssaC: My guy proposed in swim trunks/shorts. lol We were at a spa so I’ll forgive him. I should have known not to expect a proposal with rose petals and a tux.
Post # 8
My FI is not who I expected to be with either, because I was thinking about all the wrong things. He is the best person I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky! Our proposal was perfect- he knows me so well and knew exactly what I would have wanted. Funny how things just work out 🙂
Post # 9
@alyssaC: OMFG, how I can relate!! Not to like, drop a huge contoversial bomb here and open myself to the Judgment of Others…but my FH is more than 20 years older than I am. I definitely, DEFINITELY did not envision a man like him as my husband when I was a teenager, or even 5 years ago when I met him. But I met him in a bar, he was the drummer in the band, we became friends (he fell in love…I wasn’t quite there yet). Then I was laid off from my first job, and unemployed for 3 months. Nearly ever day of that funemployment, we went hiking together. We climbed peaks, we hiked valleys, he showed me Indian rock art sites, and we became the best team. He listened to me when I talked about serious things, he supported me in my every endeavor, he made me laugh endlessly, our families are almost identical, we can gab for hours about books, music, the outdoors, Native history/legends/archaeology…and I completely fell in love with this man with not a gray hair on his head (unbelievably good genes!) and the energy of a 17 year old. I’m a girl who loves a lot of affection, and Mr. Goodall is the first one who never made me feel like I had to beg for it.
I truly believe that life, with all its eccentricities, is never going to submit 100% to your plans for it–and thank goodness! You and I found love in an unexpected place…maybe we weren’t looking for it, but it sure found us!
And as for the proposal…it’s the marriage that counts, really. It’s who you two ARE together that counts, not who you and a nameless, faceless “standard” COULD HAVE BEEN together. Wishing you the best of everything in your wonderful, unexpected life together!
Post # 10
Totally not what I expected but oh so very happy. He’s a tall, lanky, meat eating, southern, messy black haired, painter with no upper body strength and a disgustingly mushy romantic core under his cynical surface.
I always thought I’d end up with a veggie, protesting, city snot, who wanted to work backstage in a theatre.
Somehow I got my super cute, super loving, super talent, and super fun best friend.
Post # 11
Lucky ladies! My out-of-the blue proposal came via a text message. He works out of state at least 7 months of the year. We always said we were fine, didn’t need to get married. together 10 years, own a home together, don’t want kids…
Last year, around our 9 year anniversary of living together, I get weird text messages. Had no idea what he was talking about, so I called him on my last break at work…
Me: So WTF are you talking about, “Should we get “M?”
Him: “Married. Should we get married, Girl?”
Him: “Are you still there?”
Me: “Did you totally just propose to me via text and cell phone?
Him: “Yeah, I’m not the down on one knee type”
Well, I knew that…but I also didn’t think he was the get married type either. Next April, shit be gettin’ real!
And yes, I get to marry by BFF since 1988!