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Dream proposal
I was thinking the other day while watching a show on weddings, how other femmes feel about that big moment..when you get the proposal. What would be a perfect senario for you? Hot air balloon? Beach? Fancy Dinner? You bail him out of jail and he asks while still cuffed?
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Thoughts.
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My dream was always to have my partner sing the Bread song, "Aubrey was her name" while we were sitting on a freezing, cold chairlift in January someplace in New England...preferably Maine or Vermont. My love does not ski, hates the cold, and furthermmore, hates the song "Aubrey was her name" and anything Bread related, unless it is toastable. *sigh* My hopes were dashed... Instead I got the romantic beach scene in Hawaii complete with sunset and spinner dolphins arching in the surf. The sunset was pink. It was quite spectacular... but ya know, hy could have at least tried to sing... ~CF <<grin>> |
Long live romance!
My dream proposal would occur while we're on the couch, arguing about whether to watch a Golden Girls rerun or could we please change to the Travel Channel, maybe Man Vs. Food is bingeing on something really decadent and we can live vicariously through him, but then he slowly turns the remote over to me and gazes longingly in my eyes, first telling me I have the most perfect eyebrows, and I surely give him the Jen face from The Little Couple, and then he says that he couldn't live another moment without making me SenoraCranky. Oh well, a girl can dream.
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in a very quiet moment
on a very quiet Sunday when our cups are half full of coffee when the funnies are all read when the itch to get stirring happens but you decide to stay in bed when my hand is held in silence as we softly enjoy our bed I want a simple ring placed simply in my palm and I want him to softly say its all because I love you that I dont want these kind of days to end... and quietly I would toy with it and ask him to slide it on and as I lean to kiss him I whisper gently "from now on..." and he will breath out loudly and our life together will formally begin |
At Yankee stadium preferably when the Yankees are ahead of the Red Sox.
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Opps, I just noticed this is a "femme zone".
Sorry ladies |
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Very romantic! |
Bent knee proposal? Heh, with my luck he'd say he's down there because his knee gave out!! :eyebrow:
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It's Sunday morning.
We are both sitting up in bed reading the paper. Me in my pjs with my morning breath and my Robert Smith-looking hair, looking ever-so beautiful. I am scouring the deals and clipping coupons and talking about all of the places that I am going to go today. He is sipping coffee, reading the World and Forum sections, only after I have read them, of course. ;) And nodding and "mmmhmm"ing to acknowledge that he is reading the paper but still listening. Then he tells me that he wants to spend every Sunday for the rest of his life doing the same exact thing. With me. |
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I never thought a romantic gesture or big proposal was necessary - my belief is that a proposal should never be a surprise, you should both know how the other feels and that marrying each other is the right thing. The big shocking question where the woman has no idea he was going to ask always seemed like a bad sign to me - are you that out of sync with each other already?
Well, true to form, I rationally talked about marriage, and even picked out rings with my Beauhunk, but I realized there was a little something in me that wanted to be asked - to have that moment of "will you?" where he's taking the risk and I am forced to stop and think...."hmmm...will I? Really, for real and forever?" I knew that was silly since we'd already talked and knew we'd marry, and we were both very happy knowing we were with our heart and soulmate, so I joked about the "surprise proposal" and didn't think it was necessary; when the time was right, we would agree when we'd be officially engaged and I would wear his ring. A couple days before Christmas, I woke up and it felt like someone else was in the house. My dogs weren't making a fuss, so I knew Beauhunk must have come over early (for breakfast?? those who know me are laughing about that). I peeked out of the bedroom and called his name - no answer, but there was a ribbon across the steps with a note on it, a little poem telling me to get ready for a scavenger hunt and to follow the instructions. Oooh, a surprise Christmas present! Each note held a sweet little poem about our courtship, getting to know each other, Beauhunk's move here...and each led me to a different room with a beautifully wrapped box with another note inside. Finally, the last one led me to the family room and Christmas tree, where there was a huge wrapped box and bow, with a note saying "lift me." When I did, there was my Beauhunk on his knee, holding a ring, shaking like a leaf and asking "Will you marry me?" It was so beautiful and romantic, completely unexpected, and absolutely perfect. I cried and kissed him and was so overwhelmed I forgot to say "yes" for a few seconds (he says he was really sweating it!) I could never have predicted that flood of happiness when I formally accepted his proposal. The thing is, when he asked, my emotional/gut reaction confirmed my feelings at a depth I couldn't have predicted when we talked sensibly about our future and our love before. It was the best proposal ever - the dream proposal I didn't even know I was dreaming of. That Beauhunk makes my crispy cold black heart all mushy and schmoopie like nobody's business. |
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And? It was really well written! :) |
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I want a scavenger hunt and shit. :cheer: ps - you can't kill the arwen now. she iz happy. |
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So I'll skip saying that. Your story and your baby make lovely, bawling fodder and shit too. I felt envy way back in the day when you got married, all legal and everything with love on top too. |
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Please hurry up and get married. I want to come with a snazzy present. :) |
a girl has right to dream.... I'll keep dreaming in quiet and hope some day.... some day ... some day... maybe....
a girl has right to dream.... |
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BUT I know not to get you any breakfast stuffs. :chef: |
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Words utterly fail me here. Y'all are both in serious danger of starring in my next novel. As the bodies on page 21 and 29. |
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