A romantic proposal of marriage.

It was a leap year, so I asked him...in a card for Valentines as he was working 1.5 hours away. We married 18 months later in November 1985 and are still together with 2 children x

Proposed to twice. First on a woodland walk. I rejected and we split soon after. Second wasn't all that romantic. Friends had become engaged and he uttered 'it'll be us next". 4 months later out in the city for the day and I found nyself directed to the window of a very up market jeweller. Thought you'd like to choose your own was basically his proposal. Martied for 55 years until his death last year.

Such lovely stories.
Only one for me & I did the asking.
Dated for 18 months & we were laying on my parents living room floor, he said I love You and I said shall we get married then….. !!! still together after 50 years and have had the happiest of marriages to my very best friend.

My driving theory book for the driving test started off "Driving is like getting married, almost everyone achieves it in the end" and wasn't that just the way we thought of marriage? At least, it was for me, although I was obliged to put my emergency action plan into effect, with the campaign starting on my 29th birthday. Total success! Three months later, I was engaged to a previously unknown man. After the usual "Shall we get engaged?" we went out to buy a ring together, though (Oh the romance!) I insisted that he put it on my finger in the most convenient "beauty spot" - by the peacock enclosure in the local park. By the time the dreaded thirtieth birthday came around, we were married, I was three months pregnant and we were living in a beautiful house overseas. We made a go of it, having entirely similar expectations of marriage, and three children and more than 40 years on, we are still making a go of it.

A very unromantic proposal in a shop doorway, when we were walking around the town one evening. I was 23, he was 26. When I got home, I told my mum but said "Don't say anything about it when you see him tomorrow. He'll have changed his mind by then." Next day, he came round and we painted mum's kitchen but he never mentioned the proposal. When we went out for a drink, I asked him if we were engaged and he muttered something about getting to know each other better. We had been dating for 18 months.

He was under huge pressure at home to break up with me. His parents wanted him to marry someone of his own race and religion. They tried to persuade him to go and live with his uncle in Canada, to split us up.

But he got over his hesitation, bought me a ring and we were married a few months later. It will be our 46th anniversary in April.

I never let him forget the unromantic proposal or the fact that he had had doubts the following day. On my 60th birthday, we were in Hyde Park, with a couple of our grandkids playing in the Diana Fountain, when he went down on one knee and proposed to me again. He gave me a new wedding ring - I had taken off the original one, ages ago, to do the washing up because I had an allergic reaction if soap got under the ring. Somehow it had disappeared.

The second proposal was completely organised by our younger daughter, who even chose the ring. Husband still has no idea how to be romantic.

First time aged 16, walking round a supermarket. I accepted and we were married for 5 years. Second time I was 22 and we were sitting in a Wimpy Bar. At the time I was still technically married to proposer no 1 (but separated.) I accepted that one too, and we've been married for almost 44 years.

Not a romantic proposal, just said do you want to get engaged. Wedding was planned but I got pregnant so my mum insisted it was brought forward, quickly and no fuss. We had just celebrated our golden wedding when he died. Who said it wouldn’t last.
Miss him more than words can say.

Hubby sent me on a treasure hunt around the house. It was really lovely and ended up with me going to the kitchen, where he was on one knee. Been married now, for 26 years.

I have been proposed to twice and accepted both.

The first was ‘are we getting married then or what?’ while just sat in the car. I divorced him after 11 years.

The second was at Piccadilly Circus at night, in the rain. Still going strong after 15 years.

3 proposals, all turned down by me.
My dh didn’t propose, we wanted to live together but he said his parents would go mad if he did that and then said ‘so I suppose we should get married, it would save a lot of hassle’!

I had my engagement ring stolen in Portobello Road - 1974 - still sad about it.

Three and a half - the half I could see coming and changed the subject quickly. The first one very romantic under a tree on the Surrey downs. He died after a happy seven years and two children. Second one on the phone: "I think it's time we got married". That lasted 47 years until he died and I miss him so much.

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Aren’t you going to tell us, Yammy? I can’t decide between your two as both sound great.

I will tell eventually and just say it's 50 years next year my FIL said on an actual day "I'll give it 18 months".I would love to show him how wrong he was.

I forgot the two who said individually: "I'd ask you to marry me if I wasn't married already"!

We met at 17 and just knew we wanted to be together forever, our Christmas together he bought me a teddy bear as I had never owned a one and inside the zip on the bear’s neck was my engagement ring. For my 18th birthday he bought me a teasmade and and a wooden hairbrush set( which I still have) He said he was no good at getting up in the morning and making tea, which proved true !
No romantic proposal, but his gestures are worth more. Still together after 47 years. He brings me a drink every night and a snack served on a plate with a serviette which suits me fine.

Twice. First time, romantic Mediterranean island, holiday romance, our families were old friends everyone very happy. Accepted, then broke his heart when I returned to UK to my dream job. Second time, tall, very handsome, charismatic young man. Midsummer Night ball. Accepted. 30 years later broke my heart. Divorced him when I found out he was a compulsive liar and a cheater. Both still around first one happily married, now mayor of his home town. Second one married older affair partner who has pots of money but he is still constantly texting me to tell me how miserable his life is and how wonderful I am. Romance, good looks and charm are overrated.

4 times and I’m not boasting. I was young and too keen to get married. Number 1 was after 3 years together and was more resigned than romantic. The engagement was a good thing as we both saw the error of our ways and parted. No. 2 was romantic and heartfelt but I said No. I knew my parents wouldn’t approve. I was fond of him but not enough in love to stand up to my father. No.3 was not a romantic chap but bought me a beautiful ring from an antique shop which was romantic and we were happy for a couple of years but I wanted more excitement in my life than holding hands in a pub. No 4 was no more romantic but shared my dreams of travel and he was the only one I ever lived with. No bended knee and no ring either. I got the travel, exciting years living and travelling out of the U.K, marriage along the way and eventually a nice home and children but no romance and years of his cheating. I knew I had make a mistake but the children anchored me. So glad when he moved on in our late 60s to a younger woman (that didn’t last long I am told).

Should have stayed with Number 3 who I still dream of.

I was proposed to by a man I was seeing in Turkey, however, I knew it was so he could get a visa to the UK so I declined.

The 2nd!
I have been proposed to 4 times and married 3 times 🙈 I’m 63 this year.
Now with long term partner who has been separated from his Wife for 12 years plus, she’s happily settled too but they aren’t divorced - we are all getting older and have Wills in place but I can see things getting complicated legally (next of kin, etc) but sorry I’m taking away from the romantic, fun element of this thread!

The drunken man who wanted you to be more than you were already and risk more including hurting yourself in order to win him can go away (sociopath?)....the romantic bridge one accepts you as you are and wants to please you. Him please.

On the Portsmouth to Gosport ferry when my gorgeous Matelot (R.N. sailor - Fleet Air Arm) told me if I said yes he would spend his 'red sports car' savings on my ring. We were together for nearly 50 years until his early death. Would marry him again tomorrow!

We were teenagers when he proposed. We known each other about 6 weeks. We were standing outside H. SAMUELS when he asked me. I said yes and we went straight in and bought the ring. We've been married nearly fifty years!

Although dh’s proposal wasn’t in the least romantic (as per pp) and he’s not generally at all that way inclined, he did really astonish me a few years ago by turning up with a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

It wasn’t my birthday or Valentine’s Day (the only times he’d brought flowers before) so I was nonplussed - until he said,
‘It’s 50 years to the day since we met.’

Talk about stunned! Although I remember the occasion very well, I couldn’t even have said what month it was!
(And now I’ve forgotten again…)

DH went down on one knee and asked me to marry him in a crowded restaurant where he had taken me for dinner.

Fortunately, I was in no doubt about saying yes. It would have been disasterously awkward refusing a man in a crowded restauarant where both guests and waiters were minding our business!

I can't remember if my first boyfriend proposed, or not. I was barely 15 when we met, he 17, but long before my 16th birthday I had decided he wasn't the right man.

Years later I had what at the time I took to be a not very serious proposal from a man I only knew very slightly from an evening school class we both went to. Looking back, he may well have been more serious than I thought then, but there was something he wasn't telling me then, and I never found out what it was. He may have been married, but more likely a closet gay.

I am still glad DH proposed and I said yes.

I wish I had not accepted the first one because the marriage ended in divorce. My second one we were sitting in a pub and he suddenly said Let’s get Married. Too poor as just out of the Forces so no ring. Twenty fifth anniversary he said he would buy the ring he couldn’t afford at the time but I said I would sooner have a new motor mower to cut the half acre of grass rather than lying on a strained back admiring a ring.