My proposal was sort of similar. We had been talking about marriage and rings and things for a while, but I kind of felt like I was the main one wanting it (my fiance is super laid-back and not one to make a lot of decisions, get excited about things, etc.). And I even jokingly proposed to him on Leap Day after surprising him with dinner and a kind of childish, construction paper banner, then blowing it off saying it’s a tradition, blah blah when he didn’t take me seriously or have much of a reaction at all. About a month later, he talked more about looking at rings, and I was the one who researched types of stones, settings, metals, and everything and even picked out my own ring. I feel like he halfway got the idea of proposing on vacation on the beach because I had mentioned it in a list of places he might do it–looking for hints. And the whole vacation, I was expecting it. The night I just knew it would happen, dinner took three hours because of the crazy wait and by then, it was too late. I cried. I was so upset because that left only one more night to do it, so I knew when it would be, I knew how he would do it, etc. I just felt the whole thing had been ruined. When he finally proposed with a little poem, he immediately wanted to go back to the condo to show his parents. Again, I felt the moment was ruined because I just wanted a whole minute to myself to enjoy this, to cry, to hug him, and to stare at my ring under the flashlight on the shore.
To this day, I feel like I’m the main one who has pushed for anything in our relationship, especially that we’re getting married. But when I think logically, I realize it’s just a bunch of insecurity on my part.
Unfortunately, a lot of it is insecurity. Boys are stupid–plain and simple. They’re not always romantic, they’re not always cutesy and adorable (or at least mine isn’t… but Lord knows he tries in his own way… Haha). Maybe to your fiance, this was a romantic, intimate, special moment just the two of you. Maybe he thought the proposal itself didn’t need a fancy night. It just shows how the two of you are different (or shows how clearly men and women think differently), and you need to trust that he loves you, and he tried. 🙂
I hope any part of my rambling helped you, sweetie. Some of us just weren’t blessed with those super cutesy, thoughtful, romantic men, but I love mine just the same. 🙂