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| Weirdy American Tart Thing Member  |
awww, Circus, your story made me grin! (my eyes are slightly teary from allergies, I swear.) Minister of Kraftwerk in the Realm of U & P, Order of the Pineapple with frond for advancement in Nap studies. The brain: not always amenable to logic. ~Hive | |||
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| Did something right Member  |
I enlisted the help of certain board people to surprise Jocelyn. *Looks around shiftily* ---- My baby is cuter than your baby! | |||
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I proposed on stage during one of our favorite bands concerts. Talk about nervous as all get out. Had a speech written out and everything, but once I got up there under the lights & in front of everybody, I was so nervous I just winged it. Most have winged it pretty good, she said yes.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves" — Garth Stein (The Art of Racing in the Rain) | |||
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| lives deliberately Member  |
I'monna paste the story from my engagement announcement thread :
ego forceps ergo ego forceps **** "Chives?"� "Yes, m'lud?"� "Is that Ms Ephemera hovering over the croquet lawn?"� "Indeed m'lud. She's marshalled all the haggle-dans. Missy-twigs and vale-nymphs from Claypole Woods. Apparently she intends to tear this house down and dance on the ruins."� "Well, Chives, you'd better start the car, what? And pack my tennis things too"� --- Joe 3Heads | |||
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| mutant hedgehog worm Member  |
me and Dan went on a weekend away to Paris via the eurostar train. We were having an awesome time, cycling everywhere seeing stuff eating great food. We cycled up to montmatre one evening and went for dinner we then watched some fire poi dancers in front of the church up on the hill, we then wandered through the crowds and tourist shops and then found a park bench to rest on for a bit in the moonlight. I was fishing for his opinions on marriage and asking what he thought about it. He said: Do you wanna get married, to which I replied well someday. He then asked "well will you marry me?" To which I sat there stunned for about 5 mins, looking nervous, before replying in the positive. I also have a photo of the spot, which i took cause it's purdy!   | |||
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| Pirate/Zombie/Hero Member  |
I think Matrix enjoyed making me be semi-traditional with this. It was our 1-year anniversary, we went to dinner on the waterfront (the Italian restaurant was unfortunately closed due to a kitchen fire, but we found another place), and then took a walk down to the pier. It was misty/sprinkling, as often happens in Tacoma, and I remember realizing that Something was happening when he knelt on the wet pier. He slid the ring onto my hand and covered it(fear of dropping it in the water!) and THEN asked me. I finally stopped trying to get him to stand up out of the rain and wet long enough to say "Yes" because he wouldn't let me see the ring until I did! Oh, and I just remembered that since it was wet and rainy I think I wore jeans and a sweater instead of a skirt or dress. I swear I would live in jeans if I could!  | |||
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| Weirdy American Tart Thing Member |
Me too! I've recently had this discussion with a friend on another board about why I hate wearing skirts. Apparently I suck at explaining because she doesn't understand. Minister of Kraftwerk in the Realm of U & P, Order of the Pineapple with frond for advancement in Nap studies. The brain: not always amenable to logic. ~Hive | |||
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| Pirate/Zombie/Hero Member |
*snicker* The only GOOD thing I can think of about wearing skirts is easy access...  | |||
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| Dane Cook's Final Horcrux Member  |
I like skirts, I can just never get sandals that don't rub so I never have anything to wear with them. ____________________________________________________ tiny ball of rage. hilarious, condensed rage - Snazz I never really lost my virginity... it just sort of eventually wore off - Chris Addison Um... I'm thinking that a lot of my internal conflict and malaise comes from the tension between the life I ACTUALLY want to live, and the stories I'd love to be able to tell? - T-Rex, qwantz.com Rome wasn't built in a day. But I wasn't on that particular job. - Brian Clough | |||
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| Smartest woman in the world. Member  |
A few months before proposing, I was driving us home, and Tongster looked really nervous and blurted out "I don't know what kind of rings you like." And I said "What?" And he said "I've been trying to figure out what kind of rings you like, but I can't." "Um. I've been avoiding that section when we go into jewelry stores so you don't feel pressured." "Well, stop it." "Okay." And we drove for a while. And I said "We could go look at rings next weekend." "Sure. I wanted to surprise you, but I don't know what kind of rings you like." "Okay. You know that's not a proposal, right? Because I'll say yes, but you have to give me the opportunity to say no." "Yes, I know." So we went ring shopping and talked about it, and we ended up designing a ring together. I figured that this was all a ploy to buy time, and that he wouldn't actually get the ring and propose for like, a year. Because that's pretty normal. Tongster proposed to me on my birthday weekend, which was a bare two months later, way earlier than I was anticipating. He was very sneaksy. Here's my blog post of how he surprised me with the birthday get-away (t-minus twenty hours to proposal):
I had no idea at that point that he was going to propose the next day. That night we went out to dinner and were walking up and down the main street of the little town, and we stopped in at a jeweler and Chris asked me if I saw anything I liked better than the ring design we'd been talking about. (He later said that was a strategic move on his part, to throw me off. He had my ring in his pocket that night). The next day, we went up to China Beach and walked around and had a picnic and went for a walk on the beach. And we sat down on the rocks and were watching the ocean. And he pulled something out of his pocket (I didn't notice, I was watching the ocean) and he said "Jocelyn?" And I said "yes?" and looked over at him. And he looked really nervous. And with his voice shaking a little, he said "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" Actually, I'm not sure that's what he said, it was a little bit longer, but I was laughing at the thought that he would be nervous and don't recall what he actually said. Why would he be nervous? I'd already told him I was going to say yes. And I was so happy, that made me laugh harder. I laugh when I'm extra happy, because the joy won't stay in, but I felt a little bad and tried to rein it in. And he opened the box and I didn't notice because I was looking at him and he was so handsome, and I said: "Yes, of course I will." And he said "What?" because the ocean was loud and I was still laughing a little. "Yes of course I'll marry you." and he waved the box at me a little bit because I was still staring at him like an idiot and saw nothing else. And I gushed over the ring and we took this picture:  And then we walked along the beach cliffs a little more, but the beach was rocky, so we went back to the hotel. And after a while, I called a bunch of people and they all asked if he got down on one knee and I explained to them all about the rockyness of the beach, and Chris laughed at me for a change. | |||
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| Part-time amateur cardiologist Member  |
I posted about this a few years back when it happened, but a retelling is always fun. After Daniella and I had lived together for a few years, we started talking about getting married, and this lead to talking about rings. As we are both just a wee bit on the opinionated side, the discussion about and search for a ring was quite fun. I was on the side of wanting a complete surprise, she was on the side of picking everything out ahead of time as she wanted it to be perfect and such. We compromised in that we found a couple bands that we both liked, but I would pick one of the bands and the stone (I am not a fan of white/clear diamonds [which she didn't want anyway], so she knew she was not getting one of those, but had no clue what stone she would get.) This gave me the chance to have some fun with the surprise proposal bit. So after buying the stone and ring, I had the night all planned out. I would take her to a show at the Ordway Theater in downtown St Paul and propose afterward in Rice Park amid all of the ice sculptures from the winter carnival. Well, the ring was potentially going to be late, so I missed the weekend I wanted. Then we had a weird warm spurt where it actually got above freezing, so most of the ice melted. During this stretch the ring arrived, and I decided I really thought Rice Park was still pretty enough even with all of the melting ice, so I bought some chamber orchestra tickets for the next weekend. We went out to a nice dinner (nothing too fancy as I didn't want her to know anything was up), and then off to the orchestra. After the show I suggested a martini at Kincaids (across the park from the theater). On a side note, the warm spurt had ended a few days earlier and the temperature had plummeted to somewhere around -18F with a wind chill down around -30F. As we were walking across the park, I stopped her and said I had something to ask. Her initial reaction to me stopping was something to the effect of confusion meets freezing, but then I went down on one knee and asked her to marry me, and the cold seemed to go away for a bit. Oh and I went with an orangey-brown diamond, and it turned out pretty well I think:   -Ivan. | |||
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| enlightened website user Member  |
Wow...those rings (hand pic', tawny stone) are gorgeous! Mary Ann's engagement ring was/is less (many things) than I would have hoped, being as poor a saver as I am; our wedding bands were more of a joint decision / special selection. I did leave out the part about calling her dad the night before, not for permission of course, but as part of 'the process'. He was amused by that. , (not his real name) | |||
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| Weirdy American Tart Thing Member |
That is an awesome ring! Minister of Kraftwerk in the Realm of U & P, Order of the Pineapple with frond for advancement in Nap studies. The brain: not always amenable to logic. ~Hive | |||
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| the Penitent Member  |
Dug this thread up from the olden days of 2009, but found the entries to be touching still, and wanted to add ours to the lot. I waited until m'lady went to work and painted a cloudy purple skies onto our restroom ceiling, finishing an hour before she arrived home. There were flowers leading the way from the door to the spot and in the far corner I used a post-it note to write the words, "Marry Me Brynn"... She was so surprised to see the ceiling that she almost overlooked that corner note, and while she was off-center I was able to tell her that I could not offer the moon and stars, but I could give her the sky and clouds at the very least, and presented the ring as I took a knee before her. THAT is the way that I was able to marry above my class, and I'm certain that she still wonders how I was able to talk her into it.  | |||
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| Part-time amateur cardiologist Member |
holy thread necro batman! it is a good one though. -Ivan. | |||
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| the Penitent Member |
I didn't think it was Necro until it reached the last page before Archival.(had 2 pages left 'til then!) -But thank you Sir! | |||
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| Freelance metaphor inspector Member  |
Heh, this is awesome. Thanks for the revival, Artguy! My story. Rae and I had dated through college. The summer before our senior year we got to talking about getting married, and started looking at rings. One summer weekend Rae went to the mall with a few of her girlfriends, and while shopping around she found Her Ring. And bought it. Then called me and told me she had her wedding ring. A weekend or two later I went down to visit and she showed me the ring. I told her to take one last look at it, that the next time she would see it was when I would ask her to marry me. That was August. Her birthday passed. So did Christmas. I asked her to marry me on December 29 so we were engaged when we joined all of our friends for our annual New Years party. The only awkward part of engagement night was having the ring in my coat pocket and the hostess of the restaurant pressing me to check my coat before sitting. I was NOT leaving the ring in my coat and had no easy way to get it onto my person without being obvious. So I kept my coat. Apparently that didn't give anything away, and the engagement later at our favorite park was a complete (and cold 29-degree) surprise | |||
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| the Penitent Member |
Ahhh, the ol' hide it in the coat-pocket' trick! Kudos also for choosing a perfect date to pop the question! It is highly doubtful that you will EVER forget your anniversary with a date like that one!! (not that you ever would of course). Well played Sir! | |||
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