My first husband proposed to me when I was sitting in Toni and Guy in Kingston with a whole head of foils in as I was having my highlights done. He hadn't intended to do it there and then but had been out that morning to buy the ring in secret. When he came to meet me I was running late and I saw him hovering around outside the hairdressers looking very sheepish, so I beckoned him in and asked him if he had been naughty, at which point he got down on one knee and proposed!! I was utterly shocked but said yes immediately and the whole salon clapped and cried - ahhh ...
We were out for a days snowboarding when my then boyfriend suggested that we head up to Mont Fort to look at the views. I should have guessed then that something was up, as he never likes to waste time looking at the views! We got to the top and he then suggested that we climb the little peak at the very top for even better views. Despite the fact that the path was sectioned off and completely snow covered we made our way up. I did think something was up when he didn't help me up the very slippery and narrow path, as usually he is a gent in that respect. We were all alone, perched on a small ledge with 360 degree views of the mountains. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't give him much chance to propose before I said yes!
I went down on one knee in the middle of St. Marc's Square in Venice, early on a Sunday morning before there were many people around.
As we strolled across I asked if she thought this was the exact centre of the square but she said "oh, no that's over here" and lead me 20 metres away. When I popped the question she looked so surprised then burst into tears. I think that meant "yes".
Mr. T and I were on the couch one evening after he had returned from a 15 month stint abroad, and I asked him where he thought our relationship was going, "I suppose we should get married" was his reply, "I suppose we should" I answered...
But when I see this video, I can't help but feel that I missed out on something ...
My Learned Companion and I were walking along a moonlit beach in Cyprus when I suddenly found myself with one knee in the sand asking her if she would marry me.
When she said yes, I was obliged to improvise a ring, using a pink plastic drinking straw for the purpose.
This was later exchanged for a proper ring with a diamond and everything, but she still keeps the drinking straw ring safe in a little velvet bag as a memento of my little moment of romantic madness.
Im in a bit of a romantic mood today.. Hope the other half does not see this (and if you do is NOT a hint!)
So go on....
I told my wife that I loved her and assumed that she loved me, we wanted to keep living together and if she and I were married she could stay and even work in the States.
I know, not very romantic.
But, she totally agreed with me, getting a Green Card would be useful on many levels.
We've been married for over 22 years.
I finally bought her a ring about 5 years ago.
Ok behind there somewhere on the high street (N.London). Few days before that I was making pasta for us and my Mrs came from behind and hugged me very romantically. For some stupid reason I said to her not to ever think that I would get married to anyone. She was really hurt but I did not notice it at the time as I was not expert at reading her facial expressions back then. With the benefit of hind sight if I recall the look on her face then boy was she hurt 1-2 weeks later she was due to fly back to Switzerland as her 3+ month holiday in UK was coming to an end.
Anyway few days after the pasta incident we were having a laugh and joking around on the high street when completely out of the blue and completely unplanned I went on my knee in the middle of the busy street and asked her if she would like to marry me She said yes and like little kids we hugged and laughed. I lifted her few times. We were in our own world and everything around us was blurry and it seemed so surreal. People around us must have had a right laugh rofl.
Well then she moved back to Zurich and we had long distance thing for a while. Many long expensive mobile phone calls, weekend trips, and long love letters later we had the simplest wedding ever at a registry office. This was a decade plus ago. I love my wife dearly and my love for her quadruples (and then some) on a daily basis
What happened was that a number of years ago (9'ish), the man who is now my husband and I were in the same guild in a computer game. He helped me get a ring for my character and announced it was my engagement ring.
I hardly thought it was even close to serious, after all, he was only 19 at the time to my 31.
A few years later he convinced me to allow him to come meet me in Florida though... and the rest is history.
Shortly after Mrs Texaner (to-be) had roundly rebuffed my first attempts to win her, I took advantage of an opportunity to leave Texas (and her) behind, and recover from my heartache half a continent away.
Six months later came a letter from her indicating how she had been missing me ever since I left. She had waited six months to say anything, giving herself a chance to get over me. (Didn't happen.)
Another half-year later I had a ring in my pocket as we strolled around Westbury Square back in Houston (photo). As we sat chatting, she went on about all the decisions she was facing at the time (my perfect opening!). I asked if she thought she could handle one More decision. She got real quiet (she sensed what was coming), and when I popped the question, out peeped a barely audible "yes."
It'll be 24 years next Monday.
__________________ "Live every day as if it were going to be your last; for one day you're sure to be right." — Harry Morant
I was proposed to in a small cafe on Baldwin Street in Toronto, which is a cute street of cafes and shops that I'd spent the afternoon with him (in a deluge) trying to find. After we dried off and ordered food, he popped out the ring. I have a picture of the proposal, as I was taking shots of the cafe.
Mr. Middles was the world's worst engagement ring hider, as he put it in his briefcase in the closet, THEN asked me to go look for a piece of paper in it... while forgetting the ring was there. Needless to say, when he pulled all of the security SSSS's on our trip to Toronto, I was far away from him as they took apart his suitcase. I didn't want to be proposed to in front of a TSA agent in the security line at O'Hare!
I proposed in a restaurant called Le Bistro in St Johns, Antigua. That was seven years ago and despite having two children we still haven't got round to getting married, just aswell now I have come to Switzerland, just think of all that tax I would be paying if we had.
My husband had been planning to take me somewhere romantic to propose to me but then he smashed up his ankle playing football. So one sunny afternoon he insisted we walk up the Uetliberg, I thought he was mad since he was on crutches at the time. When we go to the top he proposed with a beautiful ring he had designed himself. I was not expecting it at all but of course said yes immediatley.
HTFU! 
She said yes and like little kids we hugged and laughed. I lifted her few times. We were in our own world and everything around us was blurry and it seemed so surreal. People around us must have had a right laugh rofl.
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