How did your Husband / Fiancée / Boyfriend propose..

How about sharing your love story..

My story is very simple.

My hubby and I were classmates (MBA). He, a shy, silent, down-to-earth kind of guy and I was a total tomboy (always being noticed since I was the ONLY girl who used to ride a bike in our town). Both hail from the same caste but follow different lifestyle. His parents are orthodox and mine are very liberal/modern.
My 1st impression about him was "eew, we have a geek in the class"... we became friends and I liked him a lot... we had lunch together, studied together, etc. we were best friends by the end of the 1st semester. Once during 2nd semester, we went out to raise fund for a festival and I visited his parents on the way. They didn't like me since I was with 2 guys, riding a bike myself and looked very modern to them (I mean unlike their family, orthodox).
This visit had some kind of effect on me. I was scared of losing him. I mentioned this to my friends and cried. Until then, I didn't realise I was in love. He saw me cry and asked me the reason. I didn't tell him anything. How could I tell him that I was in love with him(he mentioned once he'd not love anyone and marry the gal his parents choose because his mom has depression prob). I feared losing his friendship.
That eve he came home, we had a small argument and he said, "m your best friend and you are hiding something from me, you hurt me a lot" and left. I cried for a couple of hours and then text'd him saying "m in love with a guy but i can't mention his name to you since i fear losing him"
He replied immediately saying he knows who the guy is. We text'd for a while and then he called. He mentioned a few guys (again my good friends) from class. I got frustrated and shouted "you are just fluking, hoping i will name him. why dont you name all the guys in our class. one of them will be right."
Then he asked, "Is it me...?" there was a looooooooong pause. He asked again. I said "Yes it's you. i suppose you dont want to talk to me anymore. bye" and I hung up and started crying. I never expected him to call back. "Tell me, is it me?" he asked again. I said Yes. He said "its positive from my side too but we'l talk tomorrow over lunch" and hung up. He didn't propose, he just said its positive.

Next day over lunch he said, "I had been to temple a month back" (we'r hindus) "and i asked God for 3 things, 1. a good project to finish my education,,, 2. A good Job so that i can settle properly in life and,,,, 3. Your hand in marriage... i love you and i want to marry you" he said. I was lost of words. I couldn't believe he was proposing to marry. I never thought he'd love me so much that he'd propose to marry instead of just "i love you too",, I didn't think twice. I said YES immediately. There was no ring, no standing on the knees nothing but his love itself was so precious to me that nothing else mattered.

He not just proposed to me, he proposed to my dad, asked him for my hand in marriage (he had no job, we were still in college). He convinced his parents too (they were against the marriage since I was too modern to be a part of their family). Of all the love birds in our batch, we were the 1st and the only couple to be married.

Its been just 5 years since he proposed and 3+ since we were married but thinking about the past makes me cry. I feel I am the luckiest person in this whole world to be married to my best friend.

I met my man at a Bible study when I was 15 years old. I had a lot of friends that were guys, and many took interest in me and my twin sister, but I never had a "boyfriend." I remained friends with this man until I was almost 17 years old when feelings for him came on me very suddenly. I prayed about these feelings. Rumors went around our youth group that he did have feelings too, but for my twin sister, not for me. I was a little confused. A couple weeks later he went to my parents and asked for permission to date me! My parents asked him to wait. They also asked him not to tell me about his feelings. He did anyway a couple weeks later. Turns out we both began praying about these feelings, on the same day. Our "relationship" stayed at friendship level while we hung out with friends the first couple months of summer. He was scheduled to leave for Marine Corps boot camp at the end of the summer. Instead, at the end of July, I got a call saying he was leaving in two weeks. The day he left for bootcamp, I held his hand for the first time. He was gone for 3 months and we wrote letters. He came back after bootcamp for 10 days and we hugged for the first time. After the 10 days were up, he left for 9 months and returned only 3 times. We spoke on the phone twice a week. Within those few leaves he had, we exchanged "I love you's" for the first time. Just weeks before he was to return home, my parents announced that they did not want me to talk to him, and they disapproved of our relationship "moving too fast." (they are very conservative.) For 3 months we didn't speak. I didn't know where he was, or what he was doing. Through a mutual friend I learned that he was several miles away working on a military base. I snuck out to a pay phone and called him. He said that he was still my boyfriend, and when I turned 18 he would come back. A few months after the phone call on my 18th birthday, I hopped on the pay phone again, called him up and we went on our first real "date." This is where I had my very first kiss. Months went by and we eventually moved in together. (I had moved out and he had no where to go.) We lived together at my aunt's house and then got an apartment. Last winter he proposed to me. We went to my favorite Mexican restaurant and I ordered a cheeseburger and fries like I always do (they make the best cheeseburgers!) The ring was set around a french fry on top of the cheeseburger! He got down on one knee and the whole restaurant started to cheer! I of course, started to cry. We're now engaged to be married next June. My parents still disagree with him. If you're confused we have known each other for 4 years and have been together for 3. we are 2 and 1/2 years apart in age. He is 21 and I am 19.

Did it with the ring on my knee, at one of my favorite eating places, they have a live 4 piece band that goes from table to table, I had arranged them to come and play two very romantic songs after we had ordered.

We started as wrongly as possible. In bed after a couple of months dating/hanging out, complete philosophical and lifestyle opposites, nearly a decade age difference, but I fell in love like never before. I gave her a century old ring in the front room of our century and a half old house after making love. 25 years later I still would have no one else.

Been dating for almost 4 years.
Had talked about marriage and both wanted to do it.

We bought an average priced ring off e-bay (Yes WE not HIM) and told my mom. She thought we were joking, just doing it to fool our friends. (It was a white sapphire ring, later suspected to be a fake, shock horror with e-bay)

He asked me in the car after we opened up the post pack at my parents house.with the ring inside.

A week later we were looking through my moms jewellery box and came across my great grandmas engagement ring.
Asked her about it and then she actually realised we were serious!
She gave me the ring although it had to be cleaned at a jewellers.

Took it with us and told our friends the original ring was a filler until the 'good' one was cleaned

So romantic :rolleyes:

If he did do it all romantic like I would have fallen over in shock though, that boy doesn't have a romantic bone in his body.

It feels good to hear your stories... I'm from India and usually marriages are arranged here. Love marriage is rare and proposing on one knee with a ring is something I'm looking forward to see another couple do.
What matters most is that if you have shared your story here, it means you still have that first love feeling inside you and you are proud to share your story.

Jaime90, Lots of ups and downs but you made it... Congrats...

Fr_Chuck, you seem to be a very romantic guy... that's nice...

Catsmine, 25 years.. Wow. Remember to invite me on your 50th Anniversary...

shazamataz, you are actually very lucky. Guys like him are very dedicated.

My husband went out after work one morning and bought my ring. He woke me up at 5 am on Christmas day to give it to me. Almost a year later we were married.

Silver Lining, that was a wonderful story. I'm in a bad marriage (2nd with cheating husband) right now, so little stories like that warms my heart with hope for better times. Thank you! :):):)

Hey, m sorry to hear about your situation.
My mom suffered a horrible married life for 29 years. I am taking her with me in a few months so she can live the life she deserves. I hope everything goes all right soon and you get to live a happy life, one that you truly deserve.