I proposed on like my third or fourth date (I was 16, she was 18)… and got married 3 1/2 years later. Why yes I was a quasi-evangelical, why do you ask.
I proposed after five years, and she said “yes”. Then it took a couple of years more because she wasn’t very keen on actually marrying me, her answer was more like “yes, if I wanted to get married, you would be the primary candidate”. Then I think she was distracted for 25 years, because we didn’t sign the divorce papers until then.
For over 30 years, we both adjusted to the fact that while I was severely conjugate (being with a partner is a fundamental part of my personality), she could just as well have stayed single, traveled the world, made her mark. Now she has a new boyfriend (upstanding guy, they’ll be good for each other and I wish them luck), and I’m never going to be touched again unless I get a tattoo or something (I’m working on a simple design)*.
Too dark? I hope not. Life is long in our days and our parts of the world, and if you try to apply hope and design to what is essentially at decades-long white water rafting ride what happens next might be all too easy to believe.
*) I’m imagining that maybe the tattoo artist is a not-so-young woman, with kindness and experience in her eyes, and on the final session I’ll clear my throat and ask “so… are you single?” and she’ll reply “haha, no”.
I planned my proposal in detail. The day my girlfriend of 3 years and future wife was supposed to take and pass her realtor’s license, we had tickets to see George Carlin live. She blew off the test, but we went to the concert anyway. Small theater, maybe 3000 seats in the round. In the lobby beforehand, I whipped out the ring box, opened it up and held it up to her, and said “Will you marry me?”
Something tells me that Joyce’s reply will be either (a) “Walky, that is seriously the least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me and that was a high bar to cross.” or (b) “… Yeah. Yeah, why not? Might as well.”
I remember a piece of advice my family gave me.
The proposal should never be the first time marriage has been discussed.
You both should know before The Question what each other wants how you can compromise and in general what the answer will be.
Not ever 100% certain, yeah, but at least know where you stand.
….yeah, *neither* I nor my partner proposed. We had discussions about “if we get married” that eventually slid into “when we get married” and around the point we noticed that change we were engaged. And then it took foreveeeeeeerrr for us to actually get married because his brother (that we live with!) was getting married and then we were buying a house, and net result was like 18 months “engaged”. And also a lot of friends who were somehow boggled that we were engaged despite several years cohbitation previous to that point. Apparently, if you don’t make a Big McFucking Deal out of it and Announce It Fucking Everywhere, a lot of people will be surprised by an engagement.
And yet we had a fairly traditional wedding and all! But MAN I do not get most of the shit that US culture makes of engagement and weddings. Or Valentine’s Day for that matter. WTF.
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That’s basically how I proposed
also took like six years but idk how to plan
It took me 7 1/2 years to propose, if it makes you feel better.
9 years here. We already were living together in a house we bought, but hey.
Oh proposing took like six years
Getting around to it took…
*maths*
ok, shit, I don’t actually remember when I did, but my brain says it was like six to propose then eight to tie the knot
if we’re going by “official” standards, he bought me a ring and gave it to me after 13 years, then we said “eh, planning” and ran by the courthouse
I proposed on like my third or fourth date (I was 16, she was 18)… and got married 3 1/2 years later. Why yes I was a quasi-evangelical, why do you ask.
I proposed after five years, and she said “yes”. Then it took a couple of years more because she wasn’t very keen on actually marrying me, her answer was more like “yes, if I wanted to get married, you would be the primary candidate”. Then I think she was distracted for 25 years, because we didn’t sign the divorce papers until then.
For over 30 years, we both adjusted to the fact that while I was severely conjugate (being with a partner is a fundamental part of my personality), she could just as well have stayed single, traveled the world, made her mark. Now she has a new boyfriend (upstanding guy, they’ll be good for each other and I wish them luck), and I’m never going to be touched again unless I get a tattoo or something (I’m working on a simple design)*.
Too dark? I hope not. Life is long in our days and our parts of the world, and if you try to apply hope and design to what is essentially at decades-long white water rafting ride what happens next might be all too easy to believe.
*) I’m imagining that maybe the tattoo artist is a not-so-young woman, with kindness and experience in her eyes, and on the final session I’ll clear my throat and ask “so… are you single?” and she’ll reply “haha, no”.
Okay, the footnote about the tattoo artist was meant to lighten the text up slightly, but in retrospect it’s mostly just creepy.
My apologies.
This strip had always put a smile on my face I had to admit.
This is my favorite moment from Sword Art Online Abridged.
Oh my gods, yes!
He he.
“What did you say?”
“I panicked!”
I planned my proposal in detail. The day my girlfriend of 3 years and future wife was supposed to take and pass her realtor’s license, we had tickets to see George Carlin live. She blew off the test, but we went to the concert anyway. Small theater, maybe 3000 seats in the round. In the lobby beforehand, I whipped out the ring box, opened it up and held it up to her, and said “Will you marry me?”
She responded with “You’re kidding, right?”
We’ve been married for 28 years so far.
You fool! You’ve doomed us all!
Six yers to the strt of the wedding arc or six years between start of wedding arc and end?
I know it’s…a lamp or something, but I can’t unsee the top right corner of the last panel as a speech bubble, whose text we don’t get to see.
Probably someone judging Walky.
Maybe Walky’s hoodie is trying to tell him something, but he’s not listening.
Something tells me that Joyce’s reply will be either (a) “Walky, that is seriously the least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me and that was a high bar to cross.” or (b) “… Yeah. Yeah, why not? Might as well.”
I remember a piece of advice my family gave me.
The proposal should never be the first time marriage has been discussed.
You both should know before The Question what each other wants how you can compromise and in general what the answer will be.
Not ever 100% certain, yeah, but at least know where you stand.
….yeah, *neither* I nor my partner proposed. We had discussions about “if we get married” that eventually slid into “when we get married” and around the point we noticed that change we were engaged. And then it took foreveeeeeeerrr for us to actually get married because his brother (that we live with!) was getting married and then we were buying a house, and net result was like 18 months “engaged”. And also a lot of friends who were somehow boggled that we were engaged despite several years cohbitation previous to that point. Apparently, if you don’t make a Big McFucking Deal out of it and Announce It Fucking Everywhere, a lot of people will be surprised by an engagement.
And yet we had a fairly traditional wedding and all! But MAN I do not get most of the shit that US culture makes of engagement and weddings. Or Valentine’s Day for that matter. WTF.