This is just an interim post. I'm travelling for an out-of-town wedding these days and seeing my cousin and his fiancee interacting in the midst of the wedding hullabaloo, which is slowly building up to a pitch, is making me nostalgic. It occurred to me that in the post I wrote earlier, in which I described how Azfar and I had decided to tie the knot, probably the most important story was of how he proposed. It's that time of year again when weddings and love are in the air, so let's share our proposal stories! How did it happen for you? I'd love to hear any and all stories: romantic/arranged, staid/crazy, whirlwind/never ending, funny/weepy - even proposals that didn't end in marriage! It'll be such fun to compare our experiences. Out with it!
Here you go.
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Funny thing. My story started in lahore. in the very same house you are attending the wedding in. Except at that point, I wasn't aware that the story had started :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post, Mahwash :-)
ReplyDeleteJam, I want to know ALL about this when you come... sounds very karmic and cool. And I remember your proposal story but still... if you're up for it, let's have a rehash!
Sigh. what a post to chance upon. i am terribly confused. marry a friend? i dont love anyone. and parents are freaking out :/ and i am getting sick of living alone
ReplyDeletehttp://missysmummy.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-i-metthe-father-of-my-daughter.html
ReplyDeleteH, I totally understand what you mean. Sometimes the pressure keeps building up, pushing you in one direction, but the enabling factors just aren't in place (in this case, a viable person to marry). It's a frustrating place to be at.
ReplyDeleteNot much of a story there. The husband (then boyfriend) kept proposing and I in all the arrogance of youth kept disposing. Finally I caved in and said yes and we went ahead and got hitched despite my father's best attempts to dissuade this poor youth from ruining his life: "Are you SURE you want to marry this daughter of mine???" *Exchanges wondering looks with the mater*
ReplyDeleteAnd we lived, erm, well the husband tries to keep me happy and I carry on being a bitch and reminding him how HE was the one who proposed in the first place so everything is HIS fault and I can't help it if the child isn't potty trained yet. Sob.
Okay, clearly I am very sleep deprived. Off to bed now.
Hah! I've heard of other parents doing that as well! Warrants a kick under the table or a dirty look, at the very least!
ReplyDeleteWe were sitting in a dim-lit and pretty much empty restaurant. I specifically chose the place because it was super expensive and I knew that not many people go there; I wanted the moment to be private but classy. I was visibly nervous and I had wasted most of my time fretting. She noticed something was off, but did not say anything. She just looked at me and smiled. The waiter had just brought our food and she started to eat, slowly chewing on her chicken. I was supposed to wait until dessert but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I got up, then got down on one knee beside her, took the ring from my jacket’s pocket and said, “Will you marry me?” Her eyes widened, tears started to fall from under them, and her face turned red. She spread her arms out to me, clutching the air with her fingers, as if beckoning me towards her. She wanted to say something but her voice choked. Well, actually, she choked, on the piece of chicken. The proposal threw her off so much that she half-swallowed a piece of bone. She had to spend the rest of the night (and most of the next day) in hospital because the doctors had to surgically remove the bone from her esophagus. We never got married. Actually, we pretty much stopped dating after that night. Lesson learned: Never propose while she is chewing chicken.
ReplyDeleteThis other time, I was in a car with another girl. It had been a while since we had been dating and I must have dropped her outside her house a thousand times. She had joked on many occasions that I should move closer to her house so that I don’t have to drop her so far away every night. I would joke back that I just might. That night, I told her, “Hey, why don’t you marry me. This way, I wouldn’t have to drop you home every night and I’d be living much closer to you too.” She laughed, got out of the car, and laughed all the way inside. I laughed too, but not for long. That same night, she called me saying, “Please don’t joke like that. I don’t like it and it makes me uncomfortable.” I replied, “I wasn’t joking. I was serious.” “You’re funny!” she said. “But I’m serious,” I said. This went on for a while. By morning, we had broken up. Apparently, she did not have a good sense of humor. Lesson learned: Proposals are not a joke.
And then there was this time when I got really excited and called my girlfriend very late at night, almost morning. She didn’t pick up her phone. Probably sleeping, I thought, but I really wanted to talk to her and say something. So, I sent her a text message saying, “Will you marry me?” The next morning, she had replied, “YES!!!” I was ecstatic. That evening, I went over to her house, all cheerfully misty-eyed, with flowers in my hands and a ring in my best suit’s pocket. She opened the door looking quite haggard and listless. I wondered why she was acting so clueless about our textual encounter earlier that morning. “Why are you so happy?” she said. “I am just happy about the text you sent me this morning,” I said, feeling the ring in my pocket. “What text?” she said woodenly. As it turned out, I had sent the text to the wrong person with the same name stored in my phone. When I explained to my girlfriend about what had happened, instead of addressing/acknowledging/answering my marriage proposal, she focused all her energies into asking me who this other person with the same name as hers was and what were she and her name doing in my cell phone’s contacts. Needless to say, I don’t have either of them on my phone now. Lesson learned: Check both the name and the number before sending any texts.
I want to follow Omer's blog now.
ReplyDeleteOmer, is THIS what you messaged me about the other day?! I went nuts going up and down the DWL forums looking for your proposal posts! Lol!
ReplyDeleteYes, Blue Wit. This is the post I was talking about.
ReplyDeleteBe my guest, Flucky: http://habitsandpasttimes.blogspot.com/