Proposals

We met through a mutual friend at a tennis club dance in Edinburgh - neither of us ever played and we dated for two years. His job took him further and further south until he was back in London and I was very familiar with Waverley Station. I felt that we had reached a turning point in our relationship, it felt like make or break time!
We went out to dinner at our favourite restaurant in Edinburgh and I had a feeling something was in the air, but no. Next morning, he was frying some mushrooms and I was making a pot of tea when he popped the question! I said. "Sorry" because I was so surprised and he thought I meant "No". However, we soon sorted out the misunderstanding and got married a year later. That was 44 years ago and we've just come home from another visit to our favourite city. When I asked him why he didn't ask me over dinner the night before he said he'd wanted it to feel 'real' and not 'staged'. He's so British!!!

Mine was so low key, I can't even remember it 42 years later. Lol

We had been going out a fortnight, and were standing waiting for a bus. That was 50 years ago, and we've been married for 48 of them.

my now DH asked me if I were doing anything on Jan 17th, on me saying no don't think so he said well we will get married that day then. Only 6 weeks to sort everything out including making my dress, still it has lasted almost 50 years even though my mother wore black from head to foot!

That was just one proposal, there have been two others.

I got proposed to on the dance floor at my brother's girlfriend's 18th party. I was dancing with one of my brother's friends and he got jealous and marched onto the dance floor and asked me to marry him, after less than a month of dating. We got engaged 10 months later, married 2 years after that and divorced after 16 years. Happily single, for now.

"I love you. Will you marry me.....pending your divorce" not the most romantic of proposals

The first proposal was a bit rubbish. We were walking through the city centre one evening, when he sort of hustled me into a doorway and said "If you had me, would you want me?" I wasn't even sure he was proposing, and had to ask him if that was what he meant. He didn't even seem very sure himself! He was getting a massive amount of pressure from his parents at the time, as they didn't want him to marry someone from a different race and religion.

The second proposal was lovely. I'd lost my wedding ring ages ago and I wanted a replacement for my 60th birthday. We were in London, a couple of days before my actual birthday, and I was sitting on the edge of the Diana fountain in Hyde Park, watching the grandkids paddle. It was a lovely hot day and we were going for tea at the Ritz soon. DH knelt beside me and said, "Will you marry me?" I was a bit distracted and thought he was messing about, so I laughed and said, "Of course I will." Then he took out this beautiful wedding ring. I was so happy.

Of course, the whole thing was orchestrated by DD, who was standing nearby with her partner. She's good at that sort of thing and DH still hasn't got a clue, so she tells him what to do.

We were both in the Army and hadn't known each other long. I was stationed at Mill Hill and he at Regents Park. If we had been into town, he would always see me home on the tube, then catch the last one back. I was on the verge of being posted to the Far East and it seemed likely we wouldn't see each other again. It was absolutely hissing down with rain and he asked me outside the tube station! We clung together for so long, he missed the last train and had to walk most of the way back to his barracks! I turned down my posting - the one my boss had fought tooth and nail to get for me (he was less than impressed) and we got married. As it turned out, the first posting we had after we got married was to Singapore, which is where I was heading in the first place! That was fifty and a bit years ago.

We met when DH was 65, I was 60. Both divorced for many years, absolutely no wish to get married ever again. But it just seemed right, and he proposed on one knee (in a puddle) at Niagara Falls on a holiday to Canada. Then I had to help him up! We've now been married 7 years.

My DH kept suggesting we should get married but, with divorced parents as an unhappy example, I was reluctant. He said, 'Look, if there were a national emergency and we were separated but married, the authorities would inform you of my whereabouts.'

What a romantic! Reader, I married him.

First time (1968) after fish n chip supper after seeing a film ....think it was because I had my own flat and he wanted to move out of his parents house (we were both 20 ) Since he was a compulsive gambler not that I knew that then, I had to buy the engagement ring on h p from the Sephora catalogue (I forged my reference from my employer !) ..........married 17 years before he left me for the local barmaid ! Second 'fiance'm a divorcee, looking through the Argos catalogue, said ah..there's a nice engagement ring ...I will get it for you ! ....he was, however, a commitment phobe , and after 13 years the ring went into the river in Chelmsford !

Third time ....present husband proposed on phone from Spain after a few days talking to him (never met him !) ...sold my house in one day, gave in my notice and moved to Spain. Subsequently moved to France, and now been married for 15 years ..........I went over to 'meet' him and he had arranged an engagement party for the Friday two days later, went and bought a ring, and when I said ...but I don't really know you, and you don't know me ....he said 'You'll do !.....hows that for romance !!

There will never be another .......enough's enough !!

We went on holiday together (separate rooms!). And on the last day when he was kissing me goodnight he said 'Shall we get engaged?'. We bought a ring on the way home to his parents and told them. The next day we drove to my parents and he (rather belatedly!) asked my father . By the same evening we had the date and venue fixed (for a year later) and hymns chosen!

He proposed on one knee in the kitchen of my flat. We met in the April and were married in the October. Rather a big family row as his step mum told all her family we were getting married quickly because I was pregnant - I wasn't. DH was furious and made her contact all her family. Have been together for 52 years now and both agree it was the best thing we ever did. Did get pregnant and have 3 lovely children.

We were in bed....

He said he wanted me to be the mother of his children! Didn't actually mention marriage which was a bit odd, but it happened and so did the children. 16 years later he slung his hook!

P.S..We.we're.living together at the time.

Tanith. Sounds familiar. Just an assumption!!

I think there was were a few threats to disappear if he didn't get on with his long overdue divorce. After getting huffy he mentioned the next week that he had seen some houses for sale. After that it all took its course and we got married after the decree absolute.

Really not bothered as we are still together 40 years later and very happy, unlike a few I knew who had the full champagne deal. However I do bring it up from time to time.to wind him up!!!

Hey Ho.

Got me at a low point - was in bed with the flu! Had spent previous months expecting it during some super romantic times in Thailand but no!!

This seems awful, but I don't remember him saying the actual words. But, I do remember telling my Mum that he had asked me to marry him. Mum and I were on the way home after visiting her sister. She just grabbed my hand, whisked me round, and marched me back to auntie's, where she said, " just listen to what this child has told me. I was 16. When boyfriend asked my Dad (as they do/did) Dad made him say it twice. We were 19 and 22 when we married, and this Sept will be our 55th wedding anniversary.

We had gone away for the weekend to a sports centre (separate bedrooms!) and just before dinner, DH casually asked 'are you going to marry me when I have got enough money?' We had been going out only six weeks. I said I wouldn't answer unless he did it properly, so after dinner we went out for a walk and he got down on one knee in the mud and asked again. We chose the ring together when we got back, from a discount place in Hatton Garden where you rang the bell and someone slid back a hatch and peeped at you before unlocking the door! We got married 5 months later, I made my dress and the bridesmaids ones, mine cost £5, the material for those was £11. Flowers were the cheapest the florist could provide. We were going to take a taxi to the church, but my father was having none of that, and insisted on paying for a Rolls for his daughter!

We were in bed and given that it was almost 40 years ago and had only known each other a month a little bit naughty I suppose.

We'd been dating for just over a year, both still lived with our parents.
It was the 29th February 1984 but I was determined that I was not going to use the opportunity to propose to him!
We went out for a meal, and as we got back into his car, he said "Well, are you going to ask me or not"? I told him that I wasn't because I think it's the man's job to propose, so he said "Okay then, it seems it's down to me to do it, so will you be my official girlfriend and should we get engaged"?
I'd always wanted a romantic proposal, which this patently was not, but as I knew he was 'the one' and it's just not in his nature to be romantic or demonstrative, I accepted!
I did make him ask my dad for my 'hand in marriage' though, he was terrified!

We were living together back in the days when such things were highly unusual. I got home from work and my DH said ' we have to move so I think we should get married'. He didn't have a ring for me and I never got one but we have been together a long time. It's not the proposal that matters. It's the person making it.

We met in the summer holidays when I was about to go to Uni, and he was home after his first year. He didn't return and I didn't go.

We were married aged 18 and 20. Everyone said it wouldn't last... but we'll have been together 47 years next March.

Oh and the actual proposal was when I cooked him supper for the first time... and he took my hand and said... will you cook me Shepherd's Pie like this when we're married.

And I do !!