will u marry me?

[Guest]

so i've been thinking about this ........................

tell us about when you asked someone to marry you or when you were asked. what was it liked? where were you? how was it asked? how did you feel?

share?

 

[matriarch]

I had already decided I was going to ask Min to marry me before we went away for our first romantic week together on Cape Cod, I just didn't know when.

I woke up the first morning after our first night together, and just lay there watching her sleeping, in awe at what a beautiful woman she is. When she woke up, and smiled sleepily at me, it just happened. I smiled back and asked her if she would marry me.

She said yes.

The rest, as they say, is history.

As a footnote, she told me later, if I hadn't asked her by the end of the week, she was going to ask me.



Ain't love grand??

 

[Guest]

I had already decided I was going to ask Min to marry me before we went away for our first romantic week together on Cape Cod, I just didn't know when.

I woke up the first morning after our first night together, and just lay there watching her sleeping, in awe at what a beautiful woman she is. When she woke up, and smiled sleepily at me, it just happened. I smiled back and asked her if she would marry me.

She said yes.

The rest, as they say, is history.

As a footnote, she told me later, if I hadn't asked her by the end of the week, she was going to ask me.



Ain't love grand??

happy happy happy happy sigh

 

[Chantilyvamp]

My husband and I met online a long time ago. His first visit over from england to see me was in 1996. It was near the end and neither of us wanted it to end.

The next to the last day he kept acting fidgety and nervous and would start to say something then stop. It went on like that all day long.

That night in bed after making love we were wrapped in each others arms and I leaned up klssed him and asked him to marry me. The look of relief on his face was amazing. He said he'd been trying all day. (Like I hadnt noticed )

He then asked me again later to make it more official for the man to ask. 2 1/1 years later we finally got on the same continent and married

 

[cloudy]

*delete*

 

[Guest]

We both knew we were going to get married - it just had to do with our finishing college first. We'd even picked out the set of rings together, but he waited to ask me "the question" until he had the engagement ring in his hand so he could put it on my finger.

It was sweet.



(On a side note, one of my students asked me to marry him during the production of our last show. He was opening the box that contained his grandfather's pocket watch - it was a prop for his character. Once it was open, he looked at me and asked with a shy grin, "Will you marry me?"

He's very charming, and has had a crush on me for awhile. Last year there was an incident with a rose from Phantom of the Opera? I posted of it. Anyway, my response was a smile - and then I commented on the beauty of the watch.

Someday this young man will break many hearts - a truly romantic soul.)

 

[buxxxom]

These are all such beautiful stories!

 

[Chantilyvamp]

lmao

My mother has reminded me when I said something to her about when her and the step father got engaged that I needed to think back that it wasnt the first time someone has asked me either.

*geesh* the things your parents like to remind you of.

Ok so technically first person who asked me to marry him was on bended knee with a silver owl ring with purple eyes. (I loved that ring.) Very sweet as we were 5 years old, but it has haunted us through most of our childhood/teenage/university years.

Second time was when I was a senior in high school and an 8th grader decided to stalk me through the year. Went along the lines of I was in study period and he was outside the window belting out his rendition of pretty woman and screaming will you marry me through the open window. *giggles* I cant think of anything more romantic. Incredibly sweet kid if not a bit obessed.

 

[impressive]

Never proposed to anyone nor had anyone propose to me (in the traditional sense). Something about my personality leads others to believe I do not appreciate romance.

My marriage began with the planning phase. The proposal itself was just ... skipped. It was assumed, I guess. Given that the decision was a pragmatic one (on my part, anyway), that's probably for the best.

I've had a baker's dozen non-traditional proposals ranging from "Are we gonna get married?" to "When we're married..." to "I'm gonna settle your ass down." to "Take it, bitch!" (referring to the proffered ring, perverts) ... none of which I've accepted.

 

[Just-Legal]

*grins*

Mark actually asked me three times - I said yes each time. The first time we were on the phone, it was a week after we'd *finally* got together (the poor guy has been pining for me for five years and I'd been shacked up with a moron), he was at Goth Weeeknd and I'd just got in from work. We spent *hours* on the phone, talking about anything and everything. Eventually, we got around to the future. I'll never forget what he said;

"But... I want... I want you, and kids, and a house, and I don't mind you going out to work and I'll look after the kids if thats what you want and... I want to be your husband. Do you want that too?"

After crying a lot I said yes.

The second time we were out shopping, and I spied my ring in the jewellery shop window. I pointed it out to Mark and he just grinned. We carried on shopping for a bit, then I dragged him back to the shop. He smiled at me and asked me if I was sure, because once that ring was on my finger he was *not* letting me go. I hugged him and kissed him and told him I was most definately certain, and we went in and ordered it.

The third time, I was half-unconcious on the sofa doped up on painkillers. He'd got up early to run errands and I was suffering with my period pains, cuddling a hot water bottle and generally feeling sorry for myself. He comes in, looking all pleased with himself, drops to one knee and produces the ring with a smile. I started crying as he put it on my finger and whispered "Marry me, please." Of course I said yes!

I love him so much it makes me ache... and I can't wait to be his wife.

 

[marifree]

My husband and I had both been married before. We were living together and quite happy with the arrangement for over a year. Having never specifically talked about marriage at all, I was very surprised when the question came. And as usual for my husband, the proposal was done in a very elaborate way.

Christmas Eve we attended a family party at one of his cousin’s. It was a big grand southern affair complete with the singing of Christmas Carols and roasted chestnuts in the fireplace. Very Normal Rockwellish. Once home, I changed into unmatched sweats and proceeded to lay my overstuffed self on the couch.

Allen came over with a very tiny box and said that we needed to go ahead and open Christmas presents. I agreed and opened the box. It was a very nice pair of gold earrings. A moment later, he handed me a little larger box. This one contained fuzzy slippers shaped like horses.

We had a drink, talked and he eventually brought out an even larger box. I frowned at this. (I had bought him a drill press that had been delivered a couple of days before, so I had only one other small gift under the tree for him) The box had a garden tool kit in it.

We watched some more of the Grinch and were laughing and had yet another drink. I’m warm, a little tipsy and snuggled in front of the fire. It’s now very late Christmas Eve. We snuggled for a while until the clock struck midnight. He got up and went outside. A few minutes later, he came in from the garage with an even bigger box. He struggled with it, making a show of dragging it into the living room and placing at my feet.

“This one is the biggest gift I’ve ever gotten anyone.” The box was big, but not that big. I was puzzled.

He had me open it from the top like a treasure chest. I looked down in it . He had made a false bottom in the big box. The bottom was close to the top and had a small cut out that held the open ring box. Next to it was a hand written sign (too big to be a note) that read, “I love you very much. Will you be my wife?”

I was confused. I looked up at him in time for him to snap a picture of my confusion. I read it again. He snapped another picture as the realization of what the gift was came across my face. I was so sexy… I giggled like a teenager… embarrassed even that I had not seen it coming at all.

Of course, I said yes…

 

[Chantilyvamp]

My husband and I had both been married before. We were living together and quite happy with the arrangement for over a year. Having never specifically talked about marriage at all, I was very surprised when the question came. And as usual for my husband, the proposal was done in a very elaborate way.

Christmas Eve we attended a family party at one of his cousin’s. It was a big grand southern affair complete with the singing of Christmas Carols and roasted chestnuts in the fireplace. Very Normal Rockwellish. Once home, I changed into unmatched sweats and proceeded to lay my overstuffed self on the couch.

Allen came over with a very tiny box and said that we needed to go ahead and open Christmas presents. I agreed and opened the box. It was a very nice pair of gold earrings. A moment later, he handed me a little larger box. This one contained fuzzy slippers shaped like horses.

We had a drink, talked and he eventually brought out an even larger box. I frowned at this. (I had bought him a drill press that had been delivered a couple of days before, so I had only one other small gift under the tree for him) The box had a garden tool kit in it.

We watched some more of the Grinch and were laughing and had yet another drink. I’m warm, a little tipsy and snuggled in front of the fire. It’s now very late Christmas Eve. We snuggled for a while until the clock struck midnight. He got up and went outside. A few minutes later, he came in from the garage with an even bigger box. He struggled with it, making a show of dragging it into the living room and placing at my feet.

“This one is the biggest gift I’ve ever gotten anyone.” The box was big, but not that big. I was puzzled.

He had me open it from the top like a treasure chest. I looked down in it . He had made a false bottom in the big box. The bottom was close to the top and had a small cut out that held the open ring box. Next to it was a hand written sign (too big to be a note) that read, “I love you very much. Will you be my wife?”

I was confused. I looked up at him in time for him to snap a picture of my confusion. I read it again. He snapped another picture as the realization of what the gift was came across my face. I was so sexy… I giggled like a teenager… embarrassed even that I had not seen it coming at all.

Of course, I said yes…

That nearly made me cry reading that...I'm such a sap

 

[glynndah]

We had made plans to go out to dinner for the anniversary of our first date. I was tired from working all day and didn't feel like going out. He was finishing law school and money was very tight and this wasn't a necessary expense. Since he really wanted to go out, we went.

It was a restaurant near where we were living that we joked about. They decorated, really decorated, inside and out of every holiday. Not just paper cutouts but life sized molded figures, too. They also were very slapdash about removing the prior holiday's decoration so, in one corner, Cupid, wearing a bright green derby, sat in Santa's lap. This was in early October so the rest of the place was "Halloween-y". Bats, cats and witches.

We ate dinner, me protesting the entire time that we shouldn't be spending so much money. After dinner the waitress brought out a chilled bottle of champagne. My husband-to-be got down on one knee in the restaurant and proposed. I said yes and everyone in the restaurant applauded and whistled.

And when we got home, I called my mother and told her we were getting married. Her response, "Why? Are you pregnant?" *sigh*

 

[Guest]

I did the classic corny in a fancy resturaunt on bended knee thing on Valentine's day. I scored major points with her folks who are very old-fashioned. That was the only time that we've ever had something traditional in our extraordinary relationship.

 

[rgraham666]

Did it once. Never again.

 

[Guest]

I love these posts

 

[Nirvanadragones]

The first time, I was 16 and she was 26, and it was summer, and the sun was setting and we were walking barefeet on the beach, hand in hand, and she stopped. I turned to look at her and she said " If you don't ask me to marry you right now, I will ask you."

I did the whole going down on my knee thing and asked her to be mine forever. We hand-fasted during the next fullmoon - commited with daisy chain rings until we could afford real rings.

The second time, was at 12: 00 am, at a harbour near where we stayed. It was the exact spot where we had our first kiss. We were watching the waves and listening to the ocean, and he asked me to marry him. Very romantic. Beautiful ring. And when we got home, there were about 40 of our friends and family ready for a surprise party, celebrating our engagement and my 21 st Birthday.

My first comment was . . . what if I had said no?!

 

[S-Des]

I've had a baker's dozen non-traditional proposals ranging from "Are we gonna get married?" to "When we're married..." to "I'm gonna settle your ass down." to "Take it, bitch!".....

Ah ha! Things not to say to Imp....*scribbles furiously*

 

[Wildcard Ky]

I got a Fredericks of Hollywood box, and put an old grimy t-shirt of mine in it with the ring on top of the t-shirt. I handed her the box and said "There's something in here I want you to wear".

She was nervous as hell as she opened the box, then confused as hell as she saw the T-shirt. After a few seconds, she noticed the ring sitting on top of the shirt and started to cry.

It was pretty cool.

 

[scheherazade_79]

Las Vegas, February 2004. I was posing as a pharmaceutical sales rep so that I could get away with going with my girlfriend on a business trip and staying in the company-funded hotel room.

I don't know why it had to be so cloak and dagger. It was a 3* hotel that had seen much better years, and there was something really tawdry about it.

Things were reaching a crisis point in the relationship. She lived in Florida, and I lived in Wales. She also had a tough home background. Her mum was a devout Christian, who listened to those fucking awful homophobic radio stations all day long, and believed in voodoo. Her dad was a yardie boss, who was doing time in jail for smuggling kilos of weed from Jamaica into Florida on his private plane. Getting locked up was probably the best thing that could have happened to him, because he was an abusive bastard, who drank too much, hit his wife and daughter when no one was looking, slept with a loaded gun next to the bed, ripped up books, and just acted like a complete and utter neanderthal. I stayed with them once when he was locked up, and once when he was released. We quarrelled over his behaviour, and I ended up staying at a hotel and taking his daughter with me.

Her parents never worked out she was gay... and you can probably imagine the kind of reaction she would have had.

She was also a devout Christian, who had issues with the lesbian lifestyle. But I was head over heels in love with her. She was an absolute firecracker of a woman, who had no fear whatsoever. I've never experienced with another woman what I did with her. When we first touched, it was pure electric, and just being close to her was out of this world.

She didn't really treat me all that well, and I probably belong in the category of Women Who've Loved Too Much... She was sick. She had problems with her thyroid that gave her mood swings, and there'd be notes put on her car saying things like "If you keep driving like that, you'll be dead by the end of the year". She was also screwing up at work by yelling at bosses and customers if they pissed her off.

Things were coming down around her ears. We'd discussed it countless times before - the dream of moving to either Germany or the Netherlands, where she could play basketball, and I could find some kind of education job... I was serious about it that I'd already handed in my notice at my job. It wouldn't have been easy, but it would definitely have been worth every last ounce of what I had inside me.

There was no way things could have gone on the way that they were. I was flying out every six weeks or so, whenever I had a school break, and we spent hours and hours talking on the phone every night

So the setting was a suite in the Luxor. I booked it, packed her bags, and moved them over to the new hotel while she was at a conference. We had mindblowing sex, went out to a really nice seafood restaurant and stuck it on the credit card, then sat in the jacuzzi, looking out over the Vegas skyline, getting drunk on champagne.

It took me about half an hour to get the balls to ask her, and when I did I fidgeted and stumbled over most of the words. But eventually, I looked her straight in the eyes, told her how amazing she was and how much I loved her, then asked her to marry me in Amsterdam, where it was already legal.

I'd been shopping as well that afternoon, and had the ring she'd fallen in love with a few days before.

And what happened next?

*sigh*

She went beserk at me, swore lots, and took the champagne bottle away from me. Then she got it into her head that someone had opened our room door. It was bollocks, but she wouldn't listen to me. So she phoned security, screamed at the guy behind the desk, and demanded that the head of security came up to examine the door.

It was embarrassing and I didn't sleep all that well that night.

I guess that's more of a dirty little secret than a marriage confession Looking back on it, it was a pretty lucky escape, though

 

[kendo1]

I was subtle.

We were bonking one night and I waited until she was about to climax.
That was when I popped the question.

I got the desired response - 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Luckily, she did not change her mind.
And no, I'm not making it up.

 

[TheEarl]

I had actually been thinking about proposing for a little while, but had been holding back on the grounds that I wanted to do the job properly. I couldn't really afford a ring at the time and I wanted to have everything in place, maybe even combining it with a holiday or a special evening.

However, one evening, I was sitting on the settee with my baobei. We'd had a very relaxing evening with a good dinner and an average film and were all snuggled up together. I started thinking about how happy I was and realised that I didn't want to wait because of money. A proposal should be about emotions and the decision, rather than anything mundane of the real world like money. So I decided.

Unfortunately, whilst I'd been thinking, I hadn't been listening to what she was saying and thus had missed an answer to a question, putting her on the verge of taking the huff at my not paying attention. So I sat her down on the settee, crouched down in front of her and asked if she knew why I'd missed the question. I then dropped to one knee and proffered the claddagh ring that I normally wear on my middle finger, asking her if she would marry me. After a brief check to make certain I was serious, she grabbed hold of me and started nodding through tears.

To my eternal delight, she hasn't let go since.

The Earl

 

[john-the-author]

I was subtle.

We were bonking one night and I waited until she was about to climax.
That was when I popped the question.

I got the desired response - 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Luckily, she did not change her mind.
And no, I'm not making it up.

You're not alone in this.

I would ask her to marry me a lot, whenever we felt really gustily in love. It was something of a game, and the rules were that I could ask her and she'd give me some silly answer, but that it was all just for fun until I asked her for real and gave her a ring. This went on for about 6 months (we'd been dating for six months when I started this) and we had a ring picked out (nice thing with rubies and diamonds). We were going to go up to Victoria, B.C., the following weekend and we sorta figured that that's when I was going to pop the question.

A week before, I couldn't wait. We were in mid-fuck and I was overwhelmed with how very much I loved this woman and I said "Wait a minute," and got up and got the ring from the bookcase and said "This time, it's for real: will you marry me?" It took her a little while to say "Yes." She asked what would I have done if we'd gone to Victoria and I'd asked and she'd said "No" to me. I really hadn't considered that, I said.

We got married a year later with 250 of our closest friends and family there. It was cool.

I will add that my wife's always been annoyed with me that I actually popped the question officially while we were messing around. She's never felt like she could give anyone a truthful answer when she's asked about when/where/how I popped the question. OTOH, she seems to think that I'm worth being married to, so it all works out.

 

[slyc_willie]

I pretty much knew I was going to marry Charlotte the first moment I met her. Really. The connection was there, immediate and powerful, and neither of us could deny it.

We met on November 10th. A little over two months later, I flew out to London for her 21st birthday, with the intention of asking her to marry me. I worked my ass off to afford an engagement ring throughout the month of December. It wasn't much, three diamonds weighing in at a total of .52 carats, with a white gold setting. But it was the best I could afford.

I met her at the airport. Seeing her for the first time in two months was like an affirmation of my decision. She was gorgeous, simply gorgeous.

She brought me home to her 'mansion' in Chelsea. Up to that point, I'd had few clues as to how wealthy her parents were. I have to admit that I was a little intimidated. I had always lived a simple life, never putting too much importance on wealth or material things.

Jack, Cherry's father, was your typical Brit. Reserved and stoic, stately and professional in all things. But he and I warmed up to one another. Cherry's kid brother Herbie didn't like me too much; but he was sixteen, and I was American. Marie, my future wife's mother, was an elegant matron who welcomed me warmly and honestly, if for no other reason than because her daughter loved me.

Charlotte's birthday was on the 17th. We celebrated it at the house, in Soho, and at her best friend Liz's flat. Half the night, I don't remember.

The following day, we awoke in seperate rooms in the house, had breakfast with the family, then headed out. Charlotte wanted to take me to her favorite place, this little town in France, where a bed-and-breakfast type place was attached to a little family restaurant.

I was nervous the entire evening. Earlier that day, I'd had a long talk with Jack, told him I wanted to marry his daughter. I could tell he was a little reluctant to give his blessing, until I told him I would not ask Cherry unless he approved. Bless the old man's heart, he gave his blessing.

Cherry and I sat at a table by the window. Snow was falling outside, not all that heavy, but the effect was still serene. Charlotte and I had dinner, and neither of us spoke much. Not with words, anyway. She knew what was coming. I suppose I should have been more comfortable, more at ease. I knew she was going to say yes, but I was nervous.

When the creme brulee arrived, I waited until the waiter left, then got down on my knee. There were maybe a dozen other people in the place, most of them much older than Charlotte and I. Cherry started crying as soon as I took out the box.

I will never forget the words I spoke: "Charlotte, I can never say I love you, because love isn't enough. I want both our lives to disappear, so that we can have one life, ours, forever. I don't want to say 'to have and to hold, till death do us part,' because I want us to be together forever. I want you, I need you, and I could never live without you."

I started to say more, but Cherry was bawling and jumping in her chair. She grabbed me and pulled me up, squeezing me with her entire body and screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!" in my ear over and over.

Maybe I didn't get all the words out, but I guess I didn't need to. I think I realized then that words are not always necessary. I could have just shown her the ring and stared into her eyes.

That very night, we made love for the first time. I could never share what that was like, for either of us.

Charlotte and I were married on the first day of spring the following year. As wonderful as that day was, the day that always sticks with me is the one in which my beloved Cherry and I agreed to share our lives together.

I miss you, Love.

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

I was proposed to by 4 different men in the last 2 years. The last one asked me to marry him during sex. He was dead serious too. I said no.
My current bf wants to take me to Vegas to put a ring on my finger. He wants to make my virign ass his. I have a rule of no anal until I get a ring on my finger. (Apparently, girls, this works! LOL) I am not counting that as one of the official proposals yet. He has yet to ask me or make official plans for our road trip to Vegas.. And, yes, this is the inspiration for my National Nude Day contest entry.

-Sheila