Do you remember the proposal?

I don’t think there was ever a proposal as such, or an engagement for that matter. We just got married. I didn’t have an engagement ring, but he bought me a lovely ring soon after we married.

We were sitting on the shore at Loch Lomond on a Sunday afternoon when DH (ever the romantic) suggested we open a joint account to save for our wedding. We bought my ring the following Saturday in the Diamond Centre in the Argyle Arcade, that was fifty one years ago this weekend. We married six months later.

On our third date, (in as many days), he proposed. I said I wouldn't give him the answer as it was too soon but ask me again in 6 months. He did and we have been married very happily for 45 years.

Hubby proposed to me twice - once in front of his godparents, and once again in front of my parents. He did get down on one knee and everything. (I knew it was coming because we had chosen the ring together.) It was very special to share the moment with those closest to us. (Hubby is from the UK, and his family is still there, but we live in Canada. Consequently his parents could not be there.)

In a light aircraft over Brands Hatch being flown by my father. Been going out with DH for five weeks at the time when he suddenly said - well, we're on top of the world - will you marry me? That was it. We bought the engagement ring in Ratners in Regent Street and married 7 months later. 5 daughters and fifty years later I can hardly believe where the time's gone.

We'd been together for five years, we bought a lovely house together. I'd been married before and had a daughter from my first marriage, he was a lot younger without any ties. He was concerned that I had "missed" and I said it was the menopause, it wasn't? Despite us having decided that we didn't want children, he was so excited and wanted us to get married. I was less keen. I eventually agreed and we had a lovely low key wedding with a reception at home in the garden surrounded by friends and relatives and I loved going round telling them all our news! Best thing I ever did. Married for 35 years and never any regrets.

Blinko ❤️
We had only met 6 weeks before he proposed. Our marriage lasted 51 years until he died nearly 5 years ago. I miss him all the time.
Grumppa

Greyduster

He was due to be posted. I was due to be posted. The prospect of a long distance relationship was tearing us both to pieces, so one night, in the pouring rain, he proposed and I said yes. We got married, I gave up my posting and joined him on his and we lasted 56 years until death did us part.

That’s a lovely story!

Should have said DH died 8 years ago next February. There's not an hour that goes by that I don't think of him.

We were very young, met at 16. I think I was about 17 and cooking him dinner. He admitted some remarks like "you're a good cook I think we should get married". That was the nearest I got to a proposal. We got married in our early 20s and are still married 51 years later.
Strangely those I know who seem to have had the most romantic proposals haven't stuck together.

Another "casual" decision here, M0nica.
It was in Wales.
Outside, at dusk on a cool evening.
At a bend in the little track up from the sea.

Very easy. No thinking really involved. No fuss.
Just ordinary.

Yes, I do remember! He was sitting in his lazy-boy chair and asked me to come and sit with him (rather a bit too cozy to be comfortable, I thought), but he asked me to marry him, and he had a ring box tucked into the pocket on the side of the chair. He had chosen it with his sister for guidance.

We had been dating around 9 months by that time and knew we were meant for one another. 42 years ago now

DH went to my parents and asked for their permission. We were both nineteen .

I think we'd been going out for about 3 months and we just decided we might as well get married. We lasted just short of 49 years so it seems it was a good idea.

I asked him after a year of meeting him, but he refused, saying something about having a flaw that meant he was 'not up to it' in some way. I was 18 and he was 19... Must have changed his mind as we have just celebrated our 54th anniversary and I love him more than ever!

Never got married - but I had several proposals.

1. I didn't realise the first boyfriend was thinking of marriage until I went to London (at his request) to see him one time and found there was an embassy car waiting at the station for me, his father had come over (from one of the Arabic countries) specially to meet me I gather and I finished with the boyfriend as planned and he got dropped off at an enormous great place at Park Lane that daddy owned and cue for daddy was absolutely livid with me it seems!. I hadnt had the faintest of who he was or that was what he was planning - as in our culture the woman is (quite rightly) the first to know. I'd just thought he was a normal middle-class boy (Arabic version)....whoops...got that one very wrong. Thank goodness for a lucky escape.

2. There was another boyfriend who said "Shall we get married and live on a boat?". Yep....it had gone right over my head why he'd just taken me up for a holiday trip to the county he came from and I met his father & 2nd wife and his mother and we stayed with his gran whilst there. But that had all gone straight over my head and I was in total oblivion he'd got "Plans" and that had been an official round of "introduce me to the relatives".

3. The longest-lasting boyfriend bought me a diamond bit of jewellery (a pendant) and I was getting on very well with his parents. He was just assuming I think - and that went straight over my head (despite all the flowers and cards and meals out...).

4. There was the boyfriend I'd been going out with for only a couple of weeks, we were out in a pub and he asked me to marry him and that came straight out of the blue too. At that point one of his Freemason friends came in and they started talking Freemason business - and I switched straight off and decided the answer was "No".

There's a theme emerging here - ie I managed to be in total oblivion about the lot of them and their intentions LOL.

I guess I must have been sorta expecting something similar to what my mother had - where she looked across the dancefloor and thought "That's my husband over there" and just stood and waited for him to come and ask her to dance and cue for another man coming from the other direction....but she'd already decided my father would be her husband. She then married him 4 months later. I'd assumed it was "Love...real love" at first sight - I found out subsequently it wasnt but they were both soon assuming it would be marriage (that was the 1950s).

I don’t remember, nothing romantic for sure, probably just a remark along the lines of ‘why not get married’.
Nearly 60 years later we are still together, despite inevitable ups and downs.

Oh, and I never had an engagement ring - at the time, dh thought ‘getting engaged’ was desperately uncool. However he bought me a really lovely ring right after the birth of dd2, which TBH meant a lot more to me.

Dh was about to head back to work in Oman, and I couldn’t have gone with him unless we were married. The food in the bachelors’ mess was pretty rubbish so I think that had something to do with it! Once married, we’d be given a house. (very basic prefab) and at least he might get some better nosh! Not that he exactly put it like that, but we more or less just set a date.
And that was over 51 years ago now….

We’d been living together for 18 months and DH suggested we get married whilst in bed…😉

In his car, in a lay by on the way home.

His b-in-law was a bit of a Del boy. so he took us to the Jewellery Quarter in Manchester for a good deal. It was 1971 and I chose a sapphire and diamond ring (bought bigger and better a couple of times since) which was £88. Of course, DH didn’t realise and hadn’t brought his cheque book, so his Sister paid and I was engaged to her for a several hours!

We had been to a Burns' Supper and were at someone house, sitting on the floor. Dh was slightly the worse for wear. He rang up very early the next morning to say that he meant it.

We had been seeing each other for 6 weeks. A couple of weeks later he turned up with a ring and asked my dad if it was ok.

We have been married 55 years next month

grumppa

He was due to be posted. I was due to be posted. The prospect of a long distance relationship was tearing us both to pieces, so one night, in the pouring rain, he proposed and I said yes. We got married, I gave up my posting and joined him on his and we lasted 56 years until death did us part.

I said one evening we ought to get married for tax purposes, MrJ said ok, a few months later we did, that was nearly 18 years ago.

Perhaps the big showy proposal came into fashion at about the same time as social media became popular.