Post your unromantic engagement stories

[diamondringlover]

OK, mine is a little different, me and my then boyfriend were living together and he bought me a ring for Christmas, it was not a traditional ering at all, it was a small band of rubies and diamonds, I was like OK is this an engangement ring, he was like yea I guess so

so I told him we will not be officially engaged until you official propose and he wouldnt do it so finally after a couple of days we were laying in bed and I brougt it up again and he finally ask me to marry him, so that was my romantic proposal

I will be married 25 years next May. I envy all you girls that get romantic proposals

 

[vita*dolce]

Date: 8/14/2008 3:53:39 PM
Author: marchswallowbird
My friend also had an unromantic proposal. She was living with her BF and was sick as a dog one day. He sat on the side of her bed and promised her he''d always be there to take care of her, forever. He never actually proposed, but the ring showed up not long after. Sweet story, but she was sick as a dog, with hair plastered back with sweat, congested, naseous, etc.



AW!!! i think that''s SO sweet and romantic!! definitely not a photo opp, but still so sweet and genuine!!

 

[MiraSchism]

The hapless romantic and his eleventh hour.

This is my first post.
Hi.

So we''ve been together exactly 2 years and we decided we were getting married before we started dating (friends for 10 years). He asked me to marry him a few weeks after we began our courtship and he has continued to ask me, without a ring, several more times over the last 2 years. I''m graduating next September (09) and we were advised by my parents to wait until after I graduate to get married, otherwise we might have done so sooner... We set a date (09/05/09) and my mother and I have booked everything from the venue to the florist to the two musical acts!!! No pressure for the ring, right?

So... We''re at Tiff&Co yesterday evening. He just got off work and is in his dusty work clothes (electrician). I''m decently dressed (clean jeans is as good as it gets for me on a weekday) as he gave me a heads up at 6:00 am that we were meeting the jeweler. We go in, we look, I let him do all the talking for once. It is our THIRD visit. With the SAME employee.

Things are going well. I''m perfectly fine with just visiting Tiffany''s again. We''re actually quite pragmatic, particular, indecisive even. I knew this was where I wanted my ring since before our self-arranged marriage and he''s been saving. (;

We''re looking at a ring that''s over our budget and a few steps up in our desired cut and clarity range. It''s nice to dream. I study it, (I guess the excitement is all over my face and the ooh''s and ahh''s might have given me away as well) and he softly tells the jeweler, "We''ll take it."

We get about 5 congratulations from the employee. He is really excited for us.
He gives us some time alone to steam the ring so I can have one last look at it before it leaves me to be sized in New York.

The employee comes back with the doorkeeper, two Tiffany & Co paper napkins, two glasses of champagne and an even more brilliant ring. More congratulations ensue from both.
Grinning, the associate tells us, "You only do this ONCE."

We look at each other... We''ve been punk''d. I take the champagne and sit it on the table (we''re in a private room).

The employee tells us, "Let me give you two some privacy."

Ruben gets down on one knee while I''m still seated in the chair, tells me how much he loves me, how he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, wants to marry me. ET CETERA. Heard it all a million times before.

Then he says it. Jokingly and in some weird slang I''ve never heard before at first, then "for serious" as he reads my confused expressions. "Will you marry me?" With a hint of doubt as if, in this store, after 2 years of "waiting," and the huge financial commitments of my parents, and the save-the-dates we sent to relatives in Germany, I''d possibly have to think about it.

It''s just Ruben and I, alone, in a room in my favorite jewelry store. In the world.
I guess this will have to do.
He''s nervous. He''s shaking. He''s blushing. And we''re alone! (Well, except for the camera.)
I felt so powerful.

I say yes. He breathes.

I toast, in some silly Shakespearean way, to love, virtue and integrity, or something, and we just sit there together for a few moments alone. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.

We drink our champagne and get a nice little buzz, we float out of the store giggling and congratulated the entire way out, and we walk back to the parking garage through the Union Square tourists without a care in the world. (It was over 70 in San Francisco so that alone is worth remembering.) Colors seemed more vivid. Tourists looked more interesting. The air smelled cleaner.
It might have been the champagne.

We drive an hour across the bay to church for which we are nearly 10 minutes late, and we act as if nothing phenomenal, long awaited or over due ever happened, our little secret safe until next Wednesday.

.

It''s like holding your breath for two years and all you can do is think about breathing and all anyone ever talks about is breathing and FINALLY, you get a breath of fresh, clean, cool ocean air and it''s so relieving, invigorating, and anticipated that you almost think about holding your breath another two years just so you could go through the same two hour or so high again...

The moral of the story: if we wouldn''t have went to Tiffany''s, I don''t think I would have gotten a proposal at all.

 

[cbs102]

Date: 8/15/2008 4:13:54 AM
Author: MiraSchism
The hapless romantic and his eleventh hour.

This is my first post.
Hi.

So we''ve been together exactly 2 years and we decided we were getting married before we started dating (friends for 10 years). He asked me to marry him a few weeks after we began our courtship and he has continued to ask me, without a ring, several more times over the last 2 years. I''m graduating next September (09) and we were advised by my parents to wait until after I graduate to get married, otherwise we might have done so sooner... We set a date (09/05/09) and my mother and I have booked everything from the venue to the florist to the two musical acts!!! No pressure for the ring, right?

So... We''re at Tiff&Co yesterday evening. He just got off work and is in his dusty work clothes (electrician). I''m decently dressed (clean jeans is as good as it gets for me on a weekday) as he gave me a heads up at 6:00 am that we were meeting the jeweler. We go in, we look, I let him do all the talking for once. It is our THIRD visit. With the SAME employee.

Things are going well. I''m perfectly fine with just visiting Tiffany''s again. We''re actually quite pragmatic, particular, indecisive even. I knew this was where I wanted my ring since before our self-arranged marriage and he''s been saving. (;

We''re looking at a ring that''s over our budget and a few steps up in our desired cut and clarity range. It''s nice to dream. I study it, (I guess the excitement is all over my face and the ooh''s and ahh''s might have given me away as well) and he softly tells the jeweler, ''We''ll take it.''

We get about 5 congratulations from the employee. He is really excited for us.
He gives us some time alone to steam the ring so I can have one last look at it before it leaves me to be sized in New York.

The employee comes back with the doorkeeper, two Tiffany & Co paper napkins, two glasses of champagne and an even more brilliant ring. More congratulations ensue from both.
Grinning, the associate tells us, ''You only do this ONCE.''

We look at each other... We''ve been punk''d. I take the champagne and sit it on the table (we''re in a private room).

The employee tells us, ''Let me give you two some privacy.''

Ruben gets down on one knee while I''m still seated in the chair, tells me how much he loves me, how he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, wants to marry me. ET CETERA. Heard it all a million times before.

Then he says it. Jokingly and in some weird slang I''ve never heard before at first, then ''for serious'' as he reads my confused expressions. ''Will you marry me?'' With a hint of doubt as if, in this store, after 2 years of ''waiting,'' and the huge financial commitments of my parents, and the save-the-dates we sent to relatives in Germany, I''d possibly have to think about it.

It''s just Ruben and I, alone, in a room in my favorite jewelry store. In the world.
I guess this will have to do.
He''s nervous. He''s shaking. He''s blushing. And we''re alone! (Well, except for the camera.)
I felt so powerful.

I say yes. He breathes.

I toast, in some silly Shakespearean way, to love, virtue and integrity, or something, and we just sit there together for a few moments alone. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.

We drink our champagne and get a nice little buzz, we float out of the store giggling and congratulated the entire way out, and we walk back to the parking garage through the Union Square tourists without a care in the world. (It was over 70 in San Francisco so that alone is worth remembering.) Colors seemed more vivid. Tourists looked more interesting. The air smelled cleaner.
It might have been the champagne.

We drive an hour across the bay to church for which we are nearly 10 minutes late, and we act as if nothing phenomenal, long awaited or over due ever happened, our little secret safe until next Wednesday.

.

It''s like holding your breath for two years and all you can do is think about breathing and all anyone ever talks about is breathing and FINALLY, you get a breath of fresh, clean, cool ocean air and it''s so relieving, invigorating, and anticipated that you almost think about holding your breath another two years just so you could go through the same two hour or so high again...

The moral of the story: if we wouldn''t have went to Tiffany''s, I don''t think I would have gotten a proposal at all.

i think that this is one of THE most romantical proposals EVER.. movie material... congratulations ! beautifully told to boot!

 

[MiraSchism]

Wait! My story was supposed to be UNromantic!

I''m glad you liked it though, and maybe I''ll share it again. I''ve only told my mom and it was more of a newscast than "this is how he proposed."

But the best romance is the average, sometimes mundane romance because it is REAL and HONEST. It''s even more special when we take something that happens day to day and use it to define our love. All of the stories are wildly unique, also. It''s a no-brainer to do something you saw in a movie or read about in a book, but how intense is it to plan something suited to you and the one you love???

When I watch fairytale romance stories I think, "That''s great, but life isn''t perfect." Imperfect romances and unromantic proposals express love so much more authentically...

By the way, I loved the Sonic parking lot almost-proposal redrose229 shared with us. It''s hysterical but it''s also so sweet. Guys just don''t "get it," but they try and that''s priceless!!!!

I also really enjoyed foxybride''s story. Brought tears to my eyes. Staying home for dinner, starving, him getting all dressed up. The amount of thought and effort has got to touch you. But no matter what we plan or prepare for, things just don''t always go according to plan! We''ve got to be flexible and see the intention.

I LOVE all of the stories, and can''t wait to read more!!!

 

[trinity911]

Date: 8/14/2008 8:57:43 AM
Author: buttercup80
The fact that my proposal was unromantic was my own fault:

He took me to dinner at my FAVORITE, somewhat pricey, special occasion type restaurant. He was acting really weird and didn''t even open his menu - he grabbed my hands and started talking about how he''d loved me for a long time and. . .

I interrupted him to blurt out ''If you are joking this isn''t funny. If you are f*cking with me, I''ll kill you.''

THEN he started shaking and I said ''Oh, it''s real then - sorry, go ahead.''

Yeah, I''m so gracious and pleasant and ladylike.

I''m so hearing you buttercup! FI and I always had an unspoken agreement that we would be married (when we got together, it was pretty much on the basis that this was THE relationship...long story, bad plot

) and he''d proposed jokingly quite a few times in the first year or so - e.g. in a nightclub with friends, watching TV on the sofa, you get the idea. I wasn''t impressed and told him that I wouldn''t give him an answer until we had the ring. We chose this together (ahem, I perhaps had a tiny bit more input into the project) and finally went from London, where we live, to NYC to pick it up. We''d started the day with a blazing row largely because he''d said he was only getting married because I insisted on it (!!) and it ended with another argument whereby I said that if he thought he was getting on the blasted plane with the ring still in the box instead of on my finger, he''d be going home alone - forever. Hmmm. Emotional blackmail, moi? I guess that scared him enough so he mumbled a few things about how he did love me etc and then pushed the ring box towards me.

So far so sparkly. You''d think I''d be happy... Right? Wrong. This was February then a few months later, after reading about everyone else''s romantic proposals and imagining telling our children ''Daddy didn''t actually propose, Mummy bullied him for the ring'', I started bugging him about how I wanted to be asked ''properly''

cos that''s not bullying again, is it?!

Fast forward to August 08. Amazing holiday, marred slightly (again) by my grumbling, then on the last night, he asked me whether my ring could be taken off. I said yes, he pretended he needed to check it was still OK as I''d been wearing it on the beach and then, by the private pool overlooking the moonlit ocean, he went on one knee and asked me to marry him.

I have to say, I am amazed everyday by this man. He puts up with so much stressing from me and still comes through time and time again. He really is my hero and I know I''ve found my perfect partner for life

 

[MaggieB]

I''m so happy that everyone has wanted to share their stories! No offense to all you romantics out there, but I enjoy hearing about the screwups so much more

I guess I should add mine on now that I''m "official." (You may have already read it in my engagement thread, so sorry)

My fiance booked a beautiful room in an old bed and breakfast in St. Augustine, Florida. We had an amazing dinner, a very romantic evening altogether, he asked me if we could go out on the balcony, and as I walk out with him thinking THIS IS IT, we look over only to realize that our private balcony is actually shared with the next room, and there are two large men without shirts drinking beer and smoking about two feet away from us. Screeching halt to proposal.
We go inside where he decides, oh well, I guess it''s going to be in the hotel room, drops to his knee, says all the wonderful romantic things, yada yada yada, I say yes, he goes to put my ring on, and it''s too small. Way too small. Will not go on my finger. I am at this point tipsy and pretty determined to wear the ring so I shove it on like nobody''s business. My finger immediately swells and turns purple. He begs me to take it off so that he doesn''t have to take me to the emergency room to get it cut off, I begrudgingly use soap to remove it, and that was my engagement!

All''s well that end''s well

 

[trillionaire]

Date: 8/16/2008 10:30:39 AM
Author: MaggieB
I''m so happy that everyone has wanted to share their stories! No offense to all you romantics out there, but I enjoy hearing about the screwups so much more

I guess I should add mine on now that I''m ''official.'' (You may have already read it in my engagement thread, so sorry)


My fiance booked a beautiful room in an old bed and breakfast in St. Augustine, Florida. We had an amazing dinner, a very romantic evening altogether, he asked me if we could go out on the balcony, and as I walk out with him thinking THIS IS IT, we look over only to realize that our private balcony is actually shared with the next room, and there are two large men without shirts drinking beer and smoking about two feet away from us. Screeching halt to proposal.

We go inside where he decides, oh well, I guess it''s going to be in the hotel room, drops to his knee, says all the wonderful romantic things, yada yada yada, I say yes, he goes to put my ring on, and it''s too small. Way too small. Will not go on my finger. I am at this point tipsy and pretty determined to wear the ring so I shove it on like nobody''s business. My finger immediately swells and turns purple. He begs me to take it off so that he doesn''t have to take me to the emergency room to get it cut off, I begrudgingly use soap to remove it, and that was my engagement!


All''s well that end''s well

Now THAT is a priceless story! LOVES IT!

 

[redfaerythinker]

My friend''s mother had a great one. Her then bf was in another state and all of the sudden decided that he wanted to marry her. So he called her up on the phone and said "um so do you want to marry me?". She, without missing a beat, said no and hung up the phone on him! He later came back and did it properly and they have been happily married ever since.

 

[JSM]

My guy had a very romantic, surprise evening planned - out of town, hotel with whirlpool, wine, etc, on New Years Eve. However, 1) he is a horrible liar and unintentionally gave me a ton of hints on the way, so I knew it was coming, and 2) our car broke down, en route, in the middle of a blizzard. Not a fun night!

We had to call his mother (!) to get us off the country highway in the middle of nowhere. She offered to drive us the additional hour to the hotel (my fiance is from a tiny tiny town) but I refused. I did not want to be proposed to under those conditions! They didn''t know I knew, though, so I just said that we shouldn''t spend money on a hotel room when we would need to fix the car, during the holidays, so we could drive back home a few hundred miles in two days.

After much ensuing drama and lots of $$ fixing the car, we arrived home. The next day we went to dinner at the first restaurant he took me to. He got down on one knee and said "Jessica Smith (not my real name), will you marry me?" I was speechless because he called me Jessica! I haven''t gone by anything but Jess for 15 years, and I was so stunned to hear it out of his mouth I just kinda looked at him. The poor guy!