There are a few things you need to know about me: I am not a patient person. Nor am I the kind of person who likes things being out of my control. I hate surprises, even though I really like the idea of surprises. I just get so distressed about not knowing what’s about to happen that I get all panicky and tend to look less like I’m enjoyed the surprise, and more like I’m having a panic attack. As an example, Husband recently threw me a surprise birthday party, and I squealed then smacked him.
So when it came to getting engaged, I approached it with the same kind of mixture of anxiety, a desire for something romantic, and the desire to just not want to be surprised. Plus I was impatient, and had started threatening Boyfriend (as he was at the time) that if he hadn’t proposed by February 29th, I would just propose to him. (Traditionally, if you didn’t know, women can propose to men on Feb 29th… and if the man says no, he has to give her a pair of white gloves.)
But, finally, I piked out and decided I wouldn’t do it.
So we’re sitting in our apartment on the evening on February 28th, Family Guy was on the TV and I turned to Boyfriend and I said “I’m not going to propose to you tomorrow.”
“Oh?” says boyfriend
“No. I decided not to. For two reasons, the first is that I want an engagement ring and it’s pretty rude for me to go ‘Hey, will you marry me? Now go buy me a ring’. And the second is that I don’t really want to tell everyone for the rest of our lives that I proposed to you because I was too damn impatient to wait for you to propose to me”
“Are you sure?” Says boyfriend, and I agree. “Come to the study then”
And there, in the study of our shoebox apartment, Boyfriend picked up a box that had been sitting on his desk for, apparently, the last 2 months (I know, how did I not notice that??) waiting for me to propose, he opened the box containing the most perfect ring I’ve ever seen and asked me “Will you marry me?”
I cried for 10 minutes before I remembered I was supposed to say yes, which I said, and then asked “Am I allowed to wear it?”
To this day am so grateful I didn’t do that in public.
If a public proposal is your kind of thing, here’s one that brought me to tears (even though they’re using a song I consider exceedingly inappropriate for a marriage proposal. Something dumb to do?):
How were you proposed to? If you haven’t been, how would you like to be?
Tamsin Howse has written 181 posts.
Tamsin is a wife, stepmother and blogger with a passion for people and relationships, fashion and beauty, and an inability to successfully complete household tasks. Co-founder and Editor-in-chief of KiKi & Tea.
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