Proposals!

what a great thread! so many natural born writers here
with lovely stories

Mine wasn’t a proposal per se, it sort of happened,
low key, Registrars, glorious sunny day,
pub lunch by the river, 50 years -
I wear my medal proudly.

We had gone to the Lake District.I was pretty sure DH was going to propose.He kept stopping the car then driving off.He eventually proposed by Lake Windermere and said he had been looking for the perfect place.He didn’t think the spot he chose was perfect but had given up I think!The next day we went for a beautiful walk.He asked for the ring back then proposed again in a perfect setting with the applause of other walkers.

I met DH when I was doing my teaching practice at a school where he was a teacher. I was having a rough time as it was a big comprehensive in an inner city area. He was very helpful and very kind to me. We have been married for over fifty years with three children and six grandchildren. He is still very kind and helpful .

I don’t remember the proposal!

I met my H when his school came to my school to play football,this was in the days when sort was very important and the Grammar Schools had leagues.
My friend and Iwere doing refreshments after the game.
He was 16 and I was 15.
Then his school were invited to a party at our school, once again we were catering.
Somehow he got a message to me asking if I wanted to meet up.
We were together after that and there was no proposal it was just assumed we would marry which we did when he was 22 and I 21.
We were married over 60 years before he died 6 and a half years ago.
I would have liked a romantic proposal, we did get engaged but again it was “shall we get engaged at Easter”.
We

If I had waited for my husband to propose I reckon I would still be waiting! So it was a case of saying ‘what about getting married?’ And he smiled and said ok. We were both students so went halves on the engagement ring £44 from Howells in Cardiff. Nothing much has changed 46 years later. ….😏

We met at the YMCA when my best friend persuaded me to go with her in case her new boyfriend didn’t turn up. Having arrived in pouring rain I went to dry off and by the time I reappeared my future DH had asked her all about me.
I wasn’t really interested in him, I had my eye on another boy! He kept asking me out until I decide to accept but not be too interested and hope I would put him off.
I was 16 and just left school , was 18 and part way through an apprenticeship. We dated for 4 years and one evening
went for a Chinese meal with my parents which he paid for. They thanked him and said it would be lovely to do it again.
His reply was ‘ yes, we’ll do it when we get engaged.
That was my proposal!
Now in our 70s and married 50 years in July, together for 56 years. 3 DDs and 3 DGSs.

BlueSapphire

And we lived in sin for three years......

We didn't- my mother would have had a heart attack.

I went home every night! 🤫🤭

Forgot the proposal bit. It was in a pub.

And we lived in sin for three years......

No great proposal. We were both students had been living together a while and had just had a pregnancy scare. It was becoming increasingly obvious that we were a contraception-defying fertile combination and we thought it might be a good idea to tie the knot!

So romantic!

Thank you for this thread. Such lovely memories.

We met at work. I was 18, DH 21. Although it was the same company, he worked in a different building and I had to walk through his office with post. I became of whispering amongst the men in the office but you get used to that when you're young. One day the phone rang in our office and a man's voice said. 'My colleague really likes you, will you speak to him?'. I said ok and DH came on and asked me out. So it was a bit of a blind date really. He said he used to call me the girl with the legs as I walked through his office.

He went all out to impress me, taking me to a club and getting his mate to drive us. He has totally the wrong impression of me. He thought I was aloof and sophisticated when in fact I was painfully shy and unworldly, having been dragged up. More of a bag of chips girl rather than a club girl.

I wasn't keen but he grew on me! Married in 1969, 57 years this year. Many many ups and downs like most.

BlueSapphire

And here is a wedding photo.

Lovely pic ❤️

We knew each other from school but my DHs family moved down South when we were in our early teens. We were both heartbroken. Obviously we swore we would keep in touch but this didn’t last long. Fast forward my first years in teacher training and when working at a school in Manchester I saw my first love working as a newly trained Art teacher having studied Art at Manchester Uni. We reconnected and a few short months later he proposed. We married and moved to London together and lived for the first year of our married life with his parents, who were adorable. Happy days.

Great minds, I was going to start a similar thread.

Dh and I met when his brother smuggled him into our company Christmas party. I had decided that I was going to catch the last bus home as the party was quite boring.

However, a chap came up and asked me to dance the Gay Gordons with him - which our kids find hysterical. He drove me home in his MGB convertible.

After a Burns Night Supper 6 weeks later a few of us went to someone's house to continue partying.

Sitting on the floor in their lounge, he asked me to marry him and i said yes. By this time he had imbibed quite a bit and I wondered if he would even remember but he rang very early the next morning to check i still wanted to.

We married in October 1970 and are still coping with each other 56 years, 5 children, 9 grandchildren and various ups and downs later.

In bed! We were ‘living in sin’ at the time 😁

And here is a wedding photo.