How Did Your Proposal Go?

ok, i was just inspired by FollowTheSun's marriage proposal thread and we're still hot on the heels of Valentine's Day and the Bachelor is on tonight, so i would LOVE to hear about your marriage proposal! did u propose to someone? how did u do it? did someone propose to you? how did they do it? what was the setup? what was the answer?!

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share all your lovey-dovey proposals please.

:)



Edit: my proposal would have to be on the jumbotron at a football game! plz take note! ;)

On one of our first dates I took my wife to Red Lobster. While eating I jokingly told her that I would marry the first woman that figured out how to make those cheesy biscuits. Six months later she came over for dinner and sure enough she had a tray of freshly made cheesy biscuits. I already had the ring because it was kind of a family heirloom (stones from my grandmother's ring) so I proposed that night. That was 17 years ago this April.

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Was pretty boring but She laughed at me then said yes.

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Originally Posted by enginee837

On one of our first dates I took my wife to Red Lobster. While eating I jokingly told her that I would marry the first woman that figured out how to make those cheesy biscuits. Six months later she came over for dinner and sure enough she had a tray of freshly made cheesy biscuits. I already had the ring because it was kind of a family heirloom (stones from my grandmother's ring) so I proposed that night. That was 17 years ago this April.

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Awwwwww! Good thing you were prepared! I hope you served those at the wedding!

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Originally Posted by gunkle

Was pretty boring but She laughed at me then said yes.

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A proposal is never boring!

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My wife and I have special dates memorized. When we got together, our first kiss, the day we moved in together, ect ect. One evening I asked her to tell me all the dates cuz I "forgot" some. When she finished I said "what about December 9th?" She was like a deer in the headlights thinking she forgot what happened that day (not realizing that was that days date). So she softly asked me what happened that day almost as if she were embarrassed for forgetting. I got down on both knees (because one is too cliche lol) and said " it's the day I asked you to marry me" with the ring in my hand. She was so blindsided that she just looked at me and said "WHAT?!" and I asked if that was her answer! Thankfully it was yes and this July we will be married 5 years.

I proposed to my wife when she got off the plane in the ATL airport on her way in from her Dad's in Iowa. Had a couple friends there to witness and take pictures.

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Originally Posted by enginee837

On one of our first dates I took my wife to Red Lobster. While eating I jokingly told her that I would marry the first woman that figured out how to make those cheesy biscuits. Six months later she came over for dinner and sure enough she had a tray of freshly made cheesy biscuits. I already had the ring because it was kind of a family heirloom (stones from my grandmother's ring) so I proposed that night. That was 17 years ago this April.

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one of the fastest way to the heart is through the stomach. ;)

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Originally Posted by gunkle

Was pretty boring but She laughed at me then said yes.

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u make her laugh. :)

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Originally Posted by Toad37

My wife and I have special dates memorized. When we got together, our first kiss, the day we moved in together, ect ect. One evening I asked her to tell me all the dates cuz I "forgot" some. When she finished I said "what about December 9th?" She was like a deer in the headlights thinking she forgot what happened that day (not realizing that was that days date). So she softly asked me what happened that day almost as if she were embarrassed for forgetting. I got down on both knees (because one is too cliche lol) and said " it's the day I asked you to marry me" with the ring in my hand. She was so blindsided that she just looked at me and said "WHAT?!" and I asked if that was her answer! Thankfully it was yes and this July we will be married 5 years.

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you should ask her about December 9th again. when she replies "your marriage proposal", you should say what else? and then eventually say "December 9th is also when we got our 2nd snake!" or 3rd or 4th... ;)

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Originally Posted by MasonC2K

I proposed to my wife when she got off the plane in the ATL airport on her way in from her Dad's in Iowa. Had a couple friends there to witness and take pictures.

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did u have a big poster board sign at the gate? i hope it was a big spectacle and the crowd around u guys clapped. :)

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Originally Posted by Ax01

did u have a big poster board sign at the gate? i hope it was a big spectacle and the crowd around u guys clapped. :)

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No big sign. But once the crowd saw me go down on the knee they knew what was up. She said yes and cried and celebratory hijinks ensued.

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Originally Posted by Ax01

did u have a big poster board sign at the gate? i hope it was a big spectacle and the crowd around u guys clapped. :)

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No big sign. But once the crowd saw me go down on the knee they knew what was up. She said yes and cried and celebratory hijinks ensued.

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u mean getting drunk at the airport bar and trying to sneak pass TSA/security to get on a free flight to Jamaica?


keep the proposal stories coming. we have got peeps to inspire!

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I proposed right before we went to dinner. She started to cry. And continued to cry as we went to dinner, and through most of dinner. At one point the manager, cook, waiters and busboys were all giving me dirty looks like I was abusing her. She was crying because she has most her family in Mexico. Just her brother and her became citizens. When the staff found out why she was crying, that felt bad for me. Before that they were getting ready to lynch me. It took five days to get an answer. That was some twenty years ago.

i got proposed to with a taco bell hot sauce packet "Will You Marry Me?" during a picnic where we went on our first date.

On our third date I saw a little toy vending machine outside the restaurant. I bought a little plastic gold 'Bling' ring for 50 cents. She asked why: I told her that some day I would use that ring to propose to her.

12 years later we were on the top of Mount Washington in a terrible thunder-snowstorm (in August). We had sprinted into the summit base just as the storm intensified. Lightning flashed. The ground rumbled. The wind howled. The building shuddered. It was a whiteout with the wrath of God included. We were soaked from the storm and between the cold and our wet clothes we were freezing to death (literally). We took off as many layers as we could (and still remain decent) and threw them on the chairs in the cafeteria to dry. I was shivering so bad that I dropped my vest and that ring fell out of my inner pocket (still in its original bubble container). She spotted it rolling towards her feet and picked it up off the floor.
'You still have this after 12 years?' she asked in shock. I told her I had lost it that year when I was in a car accident. I lied.
"Yeah, guess I never found the right time did I?"
'So are you going to propose or what?' she demanded scowling. Then suddenly it went from just me and her---to a big bunch of sweaty sasquatches wearing LL Bean and North Face jackets crowding in around us. Damn eavesdroppers...not a private moment left unshared...
"OK fine...So, what do you say? We doing this 'Thing' or what?" I asked.
She took my ring out of the bubble container, walked over to the window, held it up with two fingers to look through the center dramatically-lost deep in thought. The other hikers were on the edge of their hairy seats with their beady eyes glinting (either from excitement or frostbite)...at which time my girlfriend with one swift motion shoved the ring into the trash container beside her and walked away without hesitation. The final resting place of my ring after 12 years was now determined to be next to low quality half-eaten grilled cheese sandwiches and undercooked french fries at a mountaintop rest stop. The pained look of sympathy on the faces of the nosey strangers was priceless.
At which point I smiled: "You just made me the happiest man on Earth" I said ensuring my voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. At which point they all started to 'Booo'...

So, my wife, Vesna, is Russian. We met when I was living in Moscow from 2003-2006. I worked as an English as a Second Language teacher, and she was my student, that's how we met. (Not nearly as skivvy as that sounds. These were adult classes and she's actually 3 years older than me).

We'd been dating and living together for a few years and I'd already decided that I wanted to marry her but hadn't really worked through how to ask.

So May 9, 2005, was the anniversary of the German surrender in WW2. It's a huge celebration in Russia every year, but especially that year as it was the 60th anniversary. G. W. Bush was going to be there as was Tony Blair, and a number of other world leaders. There were events all over the city, but focused on certain locations significant to the date with everything to culminate in a huge parade on Red Square and a city wide fireworks display.

You need to understand that Moscow is vast. At the time there were 12 million people (at least) and it would take about an hour by train to cross the city, end to end. It's a big place.

With so much going on and so much to see, Vesna and I decided to get an early start. The logical place to begin was a place called Victory Park, which is enormous, dedicated to the War, and is kind of on the edge of the city. That is where the opening ceremony was to begin, with a concert and speakers, whole big thing. We figured that we'd move from there to another location and end up in Red Square to wave at Putin and watch the tanks. I've always been a total sucker for that good old fashioned Soviet-type experience.

Well, the Russian government was very clever in how they pulled this off. The whole thing was just a big trap to catch as many people as possible and keep them away from the city center as a crowd control scheme. Everyone went to Victory Park first, as that was the beginning, and big enough to hold literally millions of people. Once there, the police threw up an armed cordon and wouldn't let anyone leave for any reason. Russian police are not the type of people you argue with. Once in Victory Park you were trapped there until after all the celebrations had concluded. I understand this was the case at all the various celebration locations except Red Square, which you could leave. I heard an estimate that there were over 2 million people in Victory Park that day. Looking at the crowd, I believed it.

Vesna and I got there early and after a while were at somewhat of a loss of how to spend the time. We were stuck outside in this huge mob, hemmed in back armed guards, and with nothing to do. Eventually, conversation trailed off and we got bored. It was still early, and we were both really bored. So, more to keep things interesting than any other reason, I blurted out to Vensa, "So you wanna get married sometime?" That did the trick and revitalized conversation.

Since we're still married, what 14 years later, I think things worked out well.

Long story and a little anti-climactic, but I though it was different enough to merit telling.

Now the wedding, that was a whole other thing.....

Oh, and as an addendum to my previous post. As far as my gf knows the ring was destroyed...heheh...;)

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Originally Posted by SilentHill

i got proposed to with a taco bell hot sauce packet "Will You Marry Me?" during a picnic where we went on our first date.

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that's awesomesauce!

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Originally Posted by Lord Sorril

On our third date I saw a little toy vending machine outside the restaurant. I bought a little plastic gold 'Bling' ring for 50 cents. She asked why: I told her that some day I would use that ring to propose to her.

12 years later we were on the top of Mount Washington in a terrible thunder-snowstorm (in August). We had sprinted into the summit base just as the storm intensified. Lightning flashed. The ground rumbled. The wind howled. The building shuddered. It was a whiteout with the wrath of God included. We were soaked from the storm and between the cold and our wet clothes we were freezing to death (literally). We took off as many layers as we could (and still remain decent) and threw them on the chairs in the cafeteria to dry. I was shivering so bad that I dropped my vest and that ring fell out of my inner pocket (still in its original bubble container). She spotted it rolling towards her feet and picked it up off the floor.
'You still have this after 12 years?' she asked in shock. I told her I had lost it that year when I was in a car accident. I lied.
"Yeah, guess I never found the right time did I?"
'So are you going to propose or what?' she demanded scowling. Then suddenly it went from just me and her---to a big bunch of sweaty sasquatches wearing LL Bean and North Face jackets crowding in around us. Damn eavesdroppers...not a private moment left unshared...
"OK fine...So, what do you say? We doing this 'Thing' or what?" I asked.
She took my ring out of the bubble container, walked over to the window, held it up with two fingers to look through the center dramatically-lost deep in thought. The other hikers were on the edge of their hairy seats with their beady eyes glinting (either from excitement or frostbite)...at which time my girlfriend with one swift motion shoved the ring into the trash container beside her and walked away without hesitation. The final resting place of my ring after 12 years was now determined to be next to low quality half-eaten grilled cheese sandwiches and undercooked french fries at a mountaintop rest stop. The pained look of sympathy on the faces of the nosey strangers was priceless.
At which point I smiled: "You just made me the happiest man on Earth" I said ensuring my voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. At which point they all started to 'Booo'...

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Boooooooo!!!