The proposal

No, not thesis.  The other kind.

While we were wasting time in graduate school, many of our friends did the fashionable thing at the time and moved out to the SF bay area to join start-ups and become multi-millionaires.   Not only did several of them succeed, those who did also managed to not lose all their money afterward.  Maybe that crappy economics class we took in high school where all the teacher did was show personal finance videos was worth something.

Anyhow, one of our nice-guy friends in this situation just did an elaborate marriage proposal.  She said yes.  Yay!  Nice guys do finish first.

Both of us sort of just had/have benchmarks for when to get married.  When we’re together living in the same city, have graduated from X, Y, or Z etc.  Once the benchmarks were/are met, wedding plans began/will begin.   Not quite so romantic.  Personally I don’t like surprises.

I did get a custom-made ring.  DH made one out of wood.   He planned a romantic elaborate proposal 6 months after we decided to get married (6 months before the wedding), complete with a cartoon representation of our life together, but he was thwarted by all of the restaurants in town being closed between Christmas and New Years.  He did get down on his knee in the sleet and slush in front of the last closed nice restaurant.  Very effective.  I cried.  When we got back in the car, he asked uncertainly if that was a yes.  I also cried a lot at our wedding.  I think that’s what I do when I’m so happy I can’t think.

Did you have a formal wedding proposal?  What was it like?  If you haven’t had one  yet and want to get married someday, what kind is your dream proposal?  Do you want it to be a surprise?  Will you do the proposing?

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8 Responses to “The proposal”

  1. Sandy L Says: elaborate plan. Just a question…will you be my wife? which sounded really weird coming out of his mouth.

    He then gave me the ring and it was too small. Damn you man hands! We scrambled to get it sized in time for the holiday party with his family.

    I always cry at weddings. I’m a big softie.

  2. Jersey Mom Says:

    No, just a question as well. We got married at the courthouse in front of a judge. It was simple, inexpensive, and I didn’t shed a tear. =)

  3. frugalscholar Says:

    We were together so long that we just kind of got married. I don’t remember any plans.

  4. nicoleandmaggie Says:

    I wasn’t expecting such similar responses! I guess most of life really isn’t like a Sandra Bullock movie. Maybe when two hearts beat as one nothing more is needed than a little planning.

    I guess it’s kind of like Jersey Mom’s recent post on what is romance. Romance is a clean kitchen that I didn’t have to clean, or at least that we cleaned together. Flowers and diamonds are for people who don’t really know what they want other than the thought or the monetary symbolism.

    Still, I love reading romantic stories. Even if what they want and got isn’t what I want.

  5. Budgeting in the Fun Stuff Says:

    I said yes to a breathy proposal while we were making out 3 months after we started dating, lol. We picked out a little $120 ring 4 months after that. He proposed again with it at a stoplight. I said yes again and he put the ring on my finger. I didn’t cry since I knew it was coming, but I cried all the way through our 25 minute wedding ceremony…

  6. nicoleandmaggie Says:

    Haha… that reminds me of all the breathy proposals I used to make before we got married. But, since we were only 16 (or 17, or 18 etc.) DH just answered, “Maybe later.” A ring had to wait another 6 years or so.

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