I just love the story of my proposal because it perfectly describes my FH. His name is Daniel.
So many things went "wrong" that I can't help but laugh now.
First off, he bought a ring back when we'd only been talking online for about 5 months (we met at 11 months after talking online) and tried to keep it a secret from me. However, he could never keep anything from me. So two years later, I've still been waiting for this proposal.
He moved to MO over a year ago (he's from SC) and went home to visit for the first time in August '09. I knew that the ring was still in Charleston because he had been living with me for a few months and I know he didn't trust me enough to have the ring in my room.
Once he got back from Charleston, I expected the proposal to come soon. Little did I know, a few short days later, I was walking across his apartment and stepped on something that was in a pairs of his pants' pocket. I looked at him and he go really suspicious - yanked the pants away and started making excuses. So we play cat and mouse for a little bit but I gave up because I knew what it was and didn't want to ruin it too much for him.
Later that day, after I'd left Daniel's and was getting ready in my own room, Daniel decides he's going to take me and our dog, Zoey, on a picnic. We've never gone on a planned picnic before, so I knew what was going on.
We ended up getting lost on the way to the lake and found a back entrance into the area (very secluded and right on the water). It couldn't have been better - but was on accident! We did all the mushy proposal stuff and then I asked him, "So did you ask my dad yet?" (This is something my parents have ALWAYS been adament about) His reply : Well, no.
The reason: I found the box too early. He wasn't ready to propose and I spoiled it on accident.
To tell you the truth, he spoiled it when he put the ring in his pants and left the pants on the floor - but that's Daniel for you!
To cut the story off, Daniel and I decided to hurry to my parents' home (we live up at my university) and keep the proposal a secret and then have him ask my parents. By the time we got back into town, my ring was done being resized and I got to call my parents and tell them about how Daniel just proposed!
It does kind of stink that he didn't plan ahead, but at the same time, I can't blame him. Just the circumstances. I love my ring, too! It's his mothers
She got a new ring for her 30th anniversary to his dad. It's an antique!
Apparently, the ring he got me back when we were two years younger, his mom saw and said "That's too small!" And gave him her ring. I love his mom so much because nothing could mean more to me than an heirloom.
Did any of you accidentally foil your FH's proposal??