He and his fiance’ had selected a setting several months ago, but he was in charge of getting a diamond…someday. They hadn’t really discussed a timeline for that step. But three weeks ago he had the diamond in hand and true to form, the secret was killing him. This is the same kid who would blab the content of all Christmas presents at the drop of the hat:
“Do you want to know what we got you for Christmas?”
“No. Don’t tell me.”
“It’s a new coat!”
All sensitive information is still shielded from him until such a time it can become public knowledge. This at age 27 🙂 So he was rightly fearful that if he didn’t plan a proposal soon, he was going to blurt it out in the most un-romantic manner. “Hey I got you a ring…so be ready.” None of us wanted that.
So we started talking about romantic gestures to go along with the proposal. His first idea–which I hope was joking about (but it’s always difficult to tell!) was to have the lights out when she came in the door and jump out of a closet to scare her and give her the ring. I pointed out that he might have to pick up a few teeth before he could get the proposal out, which would cast a damper on the mood.
So given the time of year he decided to carve the proposal into pumpkins. In the center is her favorite wine (Black Cat) with the ring on a ribbon around it. The idea was the lights would be off in the apartment, this is the first thing she’d see and he’d have other candles around , as well. He took the afternoon off the get the carving done (which I think turned really well!) and then proceeded to wait. Thirty minutes after he expected her home, his fiance’ called and apologized…she got off work late and had errands to run and was then going to the Y. He tried to talk her into coming home right away to no avail. So more waiting.
When she finally got there, the surprise worked as planned, but the hours he spent waiting for her to get home were hilariously torturous. And she feels bad that she made him wait and was all grubby and sweaty when she got there. He has informed her that she has two choices for wedding dates next fall, on either of Iowa’s bye weekends 🙂
I’ve been rather touched at the elaborate scenarios my sons have gone to for a romantic proposal. One son got his girlfriend in the car, ‘forgot’ something in the house, quick ran back in and set up a card table inside the door with flowers and a bowl of pink and white M & Ms (pink was her favorite color) with the ring setting on top of the candy. Then he sweated it all through their dinner and the ride home, hoping the dog didn’t eat the candy…and the ring <g>
Another son arranged for he and his girlfriend to eat at a newly opened restaurant. They were there fairly early, so they were the only ones there. And unbeknownst to him, there was a band of musicians there to serenade them. He’s pretty artsy so he put a book together with a long poem about them, detailing their meet and courtship, complete with photographs of the important events in their relationship. His girlfriend got part through the book and said, “This is really long. How many pages is this?” She flipped through it and saw the ring attached to the last page. And then felt horrible because she’d ruined his surprise.
These stories are ever so much more romantic than the one I have. I think it went something like, “So we probably ought to get married,” or something similarly swoon-worthy!
Do you have a romantic story to tell about a proposal? Is the younger generation more cognizant of the need for romance than we used to be?