- 6 years ago
Hello Beautiful Bees!
I’ve been flitting around the Hive for about a week now, as a writing member, and can honestly say that I immensely enjoy reading about the Who, What, When, Why, and Where’s of how your SOs proposed to you. I have laughed and cried in both surprise and dismay at some of the stories you lovely Bees have provided, and figured that I would supply you with my ex-SO’s proposal story (it’s rather sad/funny) before asking about your preferences.
For me, a proposal was something that was immensely important. It wasn’t the ring, or the setting, or the people that we had around us. What I considered most important about the entire moment was the words spoken. I imagined something deeply meaningful and romantic, something that he had stayed up late to pen from his heart, something that would make me cry and leave a lasting memory for me to cling to for the rest of my life. Well, he gave me a memory, but it wasn’t one that I had even considered.
It was the 9th of October, 2011. On a balmy Florida evening we went out to dinner and saw a movie at the cinema, and it was a down-home, relaxed, beautiful evening. When we eventually made it home, my SO began to fidget. Normally, this wouldn’t have caught my attention in the least. The SO was someone who couldn’t stay still for very long, and he liked to fiddle with things – make things – hack into computer systems and the like. This time, though, he was fiddling with the newspaper. He doesn’t read the news, had already completed the Sudoku on the back, and I desperately wanted the Crossword. I finally got my hands on it, as we snuggled on the sofa as I contemplated an 11 letter word for “Smart.”
With no pretense, we whispered to me “If I asked you to marry me, and I didn’t have a ring, would you say yes?” I was floored. We had talked about getting engaged, and I LOVED the idea, and yeah – Heck Yeah! – I would say “Yes!” without a ring. But (there’s the but), instead of just saying yes and moving forward, my shocked brain forgot to filter before “Are you proposing? You’re not even on one knee…” popped out of my mouth.
He got up, left the room, and I was left there telling myself how stupid I was.
The very next evening, I was in the kitchen making dinner. (So domestic!) It had been a rather long day and I was more than a little tired. SO was coming home late from work and all I wanted to do was take a bubble bath and go to bed. I finished dinner right as SO walked in the door, we said our general “hello’s” and slipped into a normal evening. We talked about work, school, bills, the cats. Nothing extraordinary. He came up behind me as I was washing the dishes and whispered to me, again “If I asked you to marry me, and I didn’t have a ring, would you say yes?” Again, my mouth moved before my brain could tell it what to do. “Is this a real proposal?” I asked. To my dismay, he said “No, I just wanted to know if you’d say yes or not.”
I got a little testy. Remember, it had been a long day, and I was in no mood for games. I explained to him that I would always love him, and that a ring didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I started to cry as I told him that it hurt my feelings every time he brought up a proposal without it actually being one. He walked away, and I was left in the kitchen – again, thinking how stupid I was for not just saying “Yes.”
I continued washing the dishes and hiding the fact that I was crying (“No, I’m not, I have something in my eye!”), and the SO came up behind me, hugged me, turned me to face him, and proposed…butt naked…I’m still not sure why he decided to propose to me in nothing but his birthday suit, but he attempted to make light of it by saying that he “had nothing to hide.” I said “Yes!” I cried, we hugged, made love, and were officially engaged on October 10th, 2011.
Granted, looking back on all of this I can romanticize it a little bit. It’s definitely hard to write, as the anniversary of the engagement would have been the day before yesterday, had it lasted. I am better for having found a love like that, though, so I have no ill feelings from that part of my life.
That being said: What do you consider to be something that is important to have included in your proposal? What was/is your dream proposal? Did you get the proposal that you imagined, or was it totally off-the-wall?