Did you have a romantic proposal of marriage ...And were you happy with it.?

Such a relief to come across this lighthearted thread again amongst all the angst today.
I love your story Scentia.

annsixty - which one? Anyway, no - first time was 'expected' by family, second - for tax reasons!

Scentia your story made me laugh out loud ?

My husband was walking me home after work in the rain. Out of the blue he proposed. Later I asked what prompted it. He said I seemed a bit low and he thought it would cheer me up!
We've been married 44 years this year ?

Both divorced we'd been together 8 very happy years knowing we'd get married sometime. He was taking early retirement and attending a retirement course organised by his employer.

We'd gone away for the weekend. It was late October. While shopping he stopped at a jeweller's shop. Not normal behaviour. And just hovered. Eventually saying, is there anything there you fancy?
I said..... You mean like a watch for Xmas?
Says he.......well, if we got engaged now we could be married after Xmas.
I was speechless. Said yes, and in we went. Chose a lovely ring. I asked him to hold onto the ring and ask me properly later.
We walked to the town square and while having a seat on a bench he brought the ring out of his pocket and the deed was done.while

Later when I asked what prompted him to ask at that time he said. ...... Well, you know that retirement course....... I learned we need to be married before I retire to be sure that if anything happened to me you would benefit from my pension etc.
Now I think that sort of caring beats all the grand gestures.
We were married 3 months later and are still very happy after 22 years together.

First husband said ' we'd better get engaged at Xmas'.

Second husband muttered something in bed that I didn't quite hear apparently it was a proposal of the 'let's get married kind'.

I'm going to keep a proper ear out for any other b***g*r that tries to catch me next time.

Yes, mine was romantic, but not in a big formal way. We were just hanging out at his apartment and he asked me to come sit in the chair with him. It was one of those chairs with a pocket in the side, out of which he pulled out a ring box , professed his love for me and asked me to be his wife.

I feel bad that everything now needs to be such a grand gesture for young people. Plan a trip to Greece, hire a photographer to capture the surprise... geez, just ask the question and get on with it!

DH tried to do a romantic proposal but it was throwing it down with rain, we got a flat tyre and the restaurant he booked a private booth at was flooded and had to close before we got in there. We ended up in his local pub, he was soaked and we got a bit drunk and he slid the ring across the table, I missed it, bent down to pick it up and fell off my chair! We remember it if nothing else?

We'd been together for quite a while and I knew he'd never propose, but I'd chosen a ring, hopefully, some time back. One evening I asked him hm,"Do you think we should get married?" He said ,"Yes I suppose so!" He had to ask my Dad for permission, who gave him a real grilling, but he was still willing to marry me. It was our Golden Wedding Anniversary this year - not the big trip we'd planned because of Covid, but we had a lovely meal out.

I was standing on stage during the Pantomime at our local amateur dramatics society when DH got down on one knee in front of most of our friends. He said it was a spur of the moment decision , although we had been living together for a few years , so he didn’t have a ring. A young girl in the chorus had a bag of haribo sweets and gave me a jelly ring. Our Dame is a jeweller and he designed and made my ring within the week. I then had a 2nd proposal at home. He said “now there’s just us do you still want to marry me”. I did and it was the best decision I’ve ever made.

I was very reluctant to consider marriage after the awful divorce of my parents and my dear partner knew of my views. ‘ We will have to get married,’ he argued, ‘as if there is a national emergency, the authorities will only inform us about the other if we are husband and wife.’

Reader, I married him. After such a romantic address I could hardly do otherwise.

Recently, in the Covid crisis, he muttered, ‘See, I was right.’

46 years ago my boyfriend suggested we went for a meal.
I said no come round & I’ll cook as M&D were away for the weekend. He did and later on we went to a very noisy pub where he proposed just before last orders!!
I was so sorry that I’d spoilt his plans (he was really nervous)
The next morning I said yes.
Been married 45 years now ❤️❤️

We were parked outside a cemetery when he said I hope our kids don’t have your legs! (Not my finest asset.). Fifty first anniversary coming up. And no, they don’t have my legs. Who says romance is dead?

My first, we wanted to live together until parental wrath meant we got married, we’d been together three years, marriage lasted 8, I left him. Second was his insistence, no grand gesture, we’d been together 6 months, lasted 9 years, two children, he left, minimal contact with children after. Third, MrJ, bought me an eternity ring for Christmas, we married the following year, we had been together 8 years, he’d never been married, no children, so became a stepdad. 14th Wedding Anniversary will be November this year, the best 22 years ever.

My first husband just said that if I wanted to have children, we'd have to get married. I asked him if that was a proposal and he said he supposed so but not to expect a ring. I should have known then that it wasn't going to be a marriage made in heaven.
My current husband chose the ring after asking what I would like if I were to get a ring. I said a Solitaire, he came back with a lovely ring with 3 stones and got my daughter to propose to try to make her feel important in the decision. He asked her first if we should get engaged and she said yes. Did it make her feel important? Nope and their relationship went downhill from there although she respects his viewpoint better than she accepts mine!

We were both due to come home to England in April 1971, my date was bought forward to January.
He then said, you're not leaving me here on my own we'll have to get married, so we did.

i didn't have a proposal, or an engagement ring! i don't even remember discussing marriage, it just sort of happened.
unfortunately catman is not romantic so i have never got the ring, but we are still together after 42 years.

My ex proposed to me in my parents sitting room.... He had picked the ring and it was huge. I didn't like it at all, not one I would of chosen and to me looked fake. It was confirmed when I took it to get sized and the girl told me it would probably cost as much to size it as the ring cost. Her poor face when I put it on my engagement finger so she could see it on to measure it. It ended up causing a rash on my finger and I couldn't wear it. He never replaced it and doesn't matter now anyway, it got binned like he did lol

The other Mrs AmberSpyglass wanted to propose on my birthday, but she was acting so squirrelly the day before that I twigged and asked her repeatedly if she was going to propose, reassuring her I’d say yes. So what should have been a romantic proposal turned into a slightly exasperated “Well, will you marry me then?” and I’ve never been happier (until the wedding day and all the bits after that).

Maybe it’s growing up not having had the option to marry, but conventional romantic gestures never held much weight for me.

My then partner took me to Paris for the weekend on the pretence it was a birthday treat for me. On the Saturday evening we were at the Eiffel Tower, we’re going to the top he said, no I can’t I’m scared of heights. He was quite insistent so I thought I would give it a go. We got to the second level and got into the lift, before the lift went up a panicked voice was shouting let me out. It was my partner. He was claustrophobic and couldn’t do the lift. We went back down and went off for dinner. Next day while walking around Notre Dame, at 11 o’clock the bells were tolling, I turned round and he was on one knee with a gorgeous ring and proposed to me there. I said yes of course and then he told me he had every intention of proposing at the top of the Tower the night before but with my vertigo and his claustrophia it didn’t work out. We had a real giggle about it but thought Notre Dame was very romantic anyway and he’s been my lovely hubby now for 17 years.

After being with him for just 6 weeks he asked me if I wanted to get engaged, I said no. He bought me a ring anyway.
Fast forward 4 years to 1975 and pregnant it was assumed we would marry and he asked my dad if he could marry me. We did and so glad that I did. I loved him with all my heart through the years.
He left in January 1987. Still love him.

My parents got engaged after knowing each other for just two weeks. My mother said he shouldn't spend too much on the engatement ring in case it didn't work out as they'd not known each other long enough.
They were married until my father died almost 30 years later.

I would have liked a proper proposal, but we also just sort of drifted into in and I actually had to do a bit of subtle pushing to get it to happen at all.

DH insisted that we get a ring the next afternoon, Saturday, when most of the shops were shut at that time and I ended up with almost the only ring we could find in the only shop which was open. This was stolen some years later and we used the insurance money to choose a lovely ring together.

My DS actually asked his future MIL to go with him to choose a ring which I thought was quite clever. But DIL knew the proposal was coming because they'd told me that they planned to get engaged in a year and that was what happened.

Oh yes! We had been living together for 6 years. I went to midnight Mass as usual on Christmas Eve. He always waited up for me & we had one present each before going to bed. That year it was an engagement ring.
I had no idea at all that he wanted to get married - which we did in the following June.

Mine asked if I wanted to get married. I said ,"Who to?". That was 50 years ago. My engagement ring cost £30 from an antique shop.

Mr Seven had been married before and made it clear from the start that he would never marry again.
My 2 young Step-children proposed , on his behalf after we had been together for a year or so, but it wasn't to be.
One night, walking back from a concert, and slightly tipsy, Mr Seven got down on one knee and proposed, my answer was no, ask me again in the morning when you are sober. He did, I said yes and here we are now many years later.