Casey, basic rules apply – especially on a public forum like Facebook. NEVER put something out there unless you’re certain it’s coming back in your favour. Even worse when it’s a shit proposal like that. Public humiliation is the worst.
OK True and sappy story;
(short one i promise)
How I proposed to my wife.
My wife and I had been dating for 2 years. We were not exactly having safe sex. She kept telling me that if I knocked her up I would have to marry her.
Well by that time I was pretty familiar with her cycle and had noticed that she was late. I went out and bought a ring and hid it in her box of tampons.
Sure enough she went to the doctor without telling me a couple of days later and came back to spring the news. I immediately told her to go get the box of tampons. Confused she went up. I found her wearing the ring crying for joy sitting on the shitter in our bathroom. I got on one knee and asked her right there. Of course she said yes.
And she has been making me tea out of those bloody things since!
One of my good friends proposed and his soon-to-be-fiance’s response was “holy shit.” She wasn’t freaked out or anything, he just caught her by surprise that much. It’s not proposing via FB or a sauce packet, but it makes all of us laugh everytime.
Word, I think it’s because it’s the reason he proposed in the first place; she wouldn’t be needing them for the next forty odd weeks. Poor girl, she must have been scared of his reaction if she went to the doctor without telling him.
And seeing as you’re having tampon tea, sideshow, maybe you should eat the placenta when the baby is born
So sideshow, the reason you put the ring in the tampon box was to pretend that the next time she had her period, she would find the ring, and she would think you were proposing because you loved her and wanted to spend the rest of your life with her even though she wasn’t pregant?
But you are saying that was actually a lie, because you had just figured out that she was actually pregnant, and so that’s why you proposed?
I’ll tell you how I proposed to my wife. One day I was in the town market and I saw this fine young thing with her family. They were selling pigs. I was just buying some farm tools. Anyway, I followed them around all day and night to find out where they lived. Then about 2 weeks later I showed up at her house with three cows. Going rate for a bride back then was only 2 cows. Her dad was really impressed. He called her from their barn to come meet me. I told her I love her and her breasts and she was going to make me many children. She didn’t like me too much at first but I grew on her and after about 10 years she was used to me. The end. Now that’s a real romantic story.
Both my uncle and my grandfather (as well as my grandmother, when she was alive) refer to my mother as “Sissy”. This was a name given to her because, when she was born, my uncle couldn’t properly pronounce her name (“Terri”).
Both my papa and my uncle still, to this day, call her and label her birthday and Christmas gifts “Sissy” and not “Terri”.
Given, my family is far from a great example of normal, but I’m just putting it out there that is does occur.
raven, that and she’ll only go if Meghan says yes to his proposal. Demanding.
I do love the fact that he wrote the proposal out and then he and his sister had a little conversation on the status. Translate it to real life and it’s the equivalent if saying ‘I love you, will you marry me?’ and then turning to your sister before you girlfriend gets a chance to answer and inviting your sister to the wedding.
Proposal story: My dad asked my mom to marry him, and she responded with, “Who, me?” He said, “…yes…” She said, “You’re kidding!” He said, “I’ve known you’re the one for me since I looked across the room and into your beautiful blue eyes.”
Her eyes were green.
Oh, and she was pregnant, too. Maybe that’s what made her eyes change color.