You Don't Need a Ring
Jan 12 '00
My "proposal" story is not the most romantic by traditional standards of romance, but it's one I certainly will remember. It illustrates that the sentiment is far more important than anything else (sliding a sparkly diamond ring on someone's finger included). I cannot imagine forgetting this story any time soon....
My now husband and I were on a street corner in San Francisco, halfway between the Golden Gate Park panhandle and the Haight-Asbury district when he just turned to me and said, "I want to marry you. I want you to move to California with me." We were on vacation in San Francisco and he had gone on an interview at his friend's, firm and accepted their offer. I was pretty surprised by this declaration --not that he said it (we had been talking around marriage for a few months), but that he said it at that particular time and place. I smiled, hugged him and tried (successfully) not to cry. My husband didn't want me to tell anyone aside from my parents about our engagement until he could get me a ring, but I could only stand to wait about one month and then told everyone.
The "official proposal" took place seven months later. We were in our hometown over the Christmas holiday and, on Boxing Day, while I was with a few of my maids trying on dresses, my husband went to Jewelers' Row to go shopping. We had arranged to meet around 2:30 p.m. at the car in the parking garage. When I got there, he was pacing back and forth with his hand in his jacket pocket. He steered me back toward the door, and asked me where we should go. I suggested a hotel right across the street. We entered the lobby, which was all decked out for Christmas, and headed to the top of the stairs leading to the grand ballroom. My husband went to get down on one knee and, sensing this, I sat down on a ledge. He opened up a little white velvet box containing a ring with the most gorgeous, sparkly round diamond ever, and asked, "Will you marry me?" Then he slid it on my finger. Of course I said "yes," and we went back to the store to get it re-sized. The sales guys all gave my husband the thumbs-up sign and grinned when he walked back in, holding my hand. To be fair, the "official proposal" was a bit of a let down when we had already become engaged and planning the wedding.
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Caroline99
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