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marriage proposals

You know, I'm SURE I proposed... but I have no memory of it now. Odd.


Must be getting old...
 
You know, I'm SURE I proposed... but I have no memory of it now. Odd.


Must be getting old...

who cares ?

older ones are preferable
 
I have gotten a few marriage proposals, as well as a fatherhood proposal.

But I am a confirmed batchelor

65 years old and never popped the question. Loved being a bachelor every minute.
 
Yuck. She's not vending machine for babies.
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Been proposed to a few times.

I said no.
 
I got one that wasn't really a traditional proposal...I think it was an after thought. I should've known then....

My wife and I were living in 'sin'. I just asked her one nite, as we watched TV, if she wanted to make it legal, she just smiled and said ok. That was 26 years ago.

(at parties I tell the story as she got me drunk and tape recorded the conversation so I couldn't back out later. she usually just rolls her eyes and sips her vinos, most folks who know us say I am damn lucky to have her)
 
Kind of the same for me. My husband and I had both had bad, bad marriages before, so we lived together for a few years before we got married. I would suggest that to anyone, because that way, you get to know someone, warts and all, before you get married. It's a lot cheaper to walk out of a relationship if you find out that it's not going to work, and you will know, after you live with them for a while, if it's not going to work.

He asked me one morning as he was dropping me off at work. I tease him about it now because he wishes he'd been more romantic, but hey, we've been together over 17 years, and are still very much in love, so I have no complaints.
 
So many older confirmed bachelors in this thread.

Kind of sad, really.

I'm not as much of a "confirmed bachelor" as I am picky. I'd gladly spend my life with someone if it was the right someone.
 
There were 2 for us actually - in a way.

The first time was the evening we first had met, and it wasn't a date. She got stuck in a cold windy rain storm on her motorcycle. I offered her to spend the night on my couch in my flat across the street. Well after midnight she told of herself and I told of myself. She was SO different from anyone I had ever known and talked of views and values I never imagined anyone would have or could exist. A perfect behavior history living to a long list of precise moral/religious rules and restrictions. She seemed equally amazed at my life of vices - exactly oppose her and her history. She told of never kissing anyone, never a cigarette, drugs or liquor, no swearing, family, goals, studies etc, etc - and I told of my life of no education, no family, getting drunk, getting stoned, fights and womanizing.

She looked all of age 15 (was actually 19) and I was 28. At no time did I see her as romantic potential (I'm not a pedophile).Rather that I was keeping a really cute little white girl safe for the night stuck in a bad part of black ghetto area I lived and worked in.

When she mentioned marriage and that she hoped to not have sex until marriage, though threw in maybe that wouldn't happen, since I was so exactly opposite of her I said, "well, you wouldn't marry someone like me then, would you?" She dropped her hands to her lap, dropped her head and closed her eyes for a few seconds. (I think she was praying.) Then looked up with big sparkling eyes and said: "YES. All that was before me."

I didn't realize it, but in that first few hours together, she took that as a marriage proposal and that she had accepted. From that moment - though she never said it, ever - her fixation in life was to make that happen. The next morning she asked me if I wanted to go to church with her, where she taught Sunday School for K-1 and sang in the choir. I had never been to a church, so went along. Soon, she was spending more and more nights on that couch - and was expelled from her church-college because of it - though there was nothing sexual about it. Given the choice of a bar-pickup for my bed or her just being there, I always preferred her being there. I think mutual infatuation and curiousity describes it.

PROPOSAL #2 - the real one.

She had been extremely injured and almost died of it. For 2 days, with her semi-conscious, unable to see (bandages) and mostly not conscious, in extreme pain, I whispered in her ear continuously - softly commanding her to "stay with me." To live. And for the first time told her I loved her. She clung onto my hand so very hard when I did. Other than rarely to my daughter (adopted), I had never told that to anyone before in my life - ever -nor ever thought I would. "Love" was neither a word nor even a concept in my childhood and a joke at the club. There, "love" just meant "sex." Nothing else. The number of times I was told anyone loved me as a child or youth was exactly never. A few times pickups from the club had told me she "loves" me, and my response was always "that's a mistake." Besides, those women were mostly just hoping for a rent-payer anyway.

When she was out of the hospital, countless surgeries still ahead of her and so many of her lifetime plans and goals shattered, I asked her what did she most want to accomplish in life and that I'd do anything I could for her to achieve it. She didn't hesitate for a second: "MARRY ME!" So I did. But I didn't really know what that meant other than I thought it some required pre-sex religious ritual of her religion and that we'd live together.
 
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I proposed to my wife with a song I wrote at my company's first talent show.
 
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