How not to propose to the future wife

[Sgt. HSA]

OK, I'll try to remember this as best I can:

Super Bowl Sunday, January 1993, San Francisco. The girlfriend and I decide to invite a few friends over to watch the game and get soused. Buy a few cases of beer, had pretty much unlimited stash of pot, and a big pile of 'the white stuff'. So we start in around 10AM (hey, the game comes on at 3PM in CA), have a spectacular buzz going by gametime, and keep it going through the game (which sucked, I think the CowGirls won 52-17), after the game, and into the early morning hours. Finally, everyone leaves, we party for a little while longer (that white stuff will do that to you), and eventually get into bed around 3AM I think. So were in bed, sort of fooling around, and get to talking all this intimate stuff. Feeling really close to her, I suddenly think 'hey, you know what, I want to spend the rest of my life with this girl; she kicks ass', so I say:

HD ?

Yeah ?

You ever think about marriage ?

No, not really

If I asked you to marry me, what would you think ?

That you're insane

Well, that's a given. Will you marry me ?

(laughs)

No, I'm dead serious. Will you marry me ?

Silence

Of course I'll marry you.


And we wake up the next day, and HD is like 'did you really ask me to marry you last night ?', and I say, yeah, I did, and I meant it.

So we popped champagne that night.

Now someday, I'll tell the story of when she told her mom.

[dez]

Beautiful!

I'm....speechless.....

[steved2112]

Silence

Of course I'll marry you.

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She does kick ass. Well done RickFred

[WildDamnTurkey]

I want to hear the follow-up story

[Generic Jug]

Awwww. That's a sweet story. I got popped the question in a dirty punk bar in Vegas surrounded by Modern Drunkards, but most people know that.

So yeah, follow up story?

[Sgt. HSA]

You'll have to wait until I'm drunk and the mood takes me, I guess; suffice it to say she didn't take it particularly well.

[happydrunk]

:oops:

My memory of that night is fuzzy, but I clearly remember the conversation I had early the next morning. I brought the phone in the bathroom and called my old college roommate:

Me: I think Rick proposed to me last night!

Her: He did!? What did you say?

Me: I think I said yes!

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All in all, it was the best answer I ever gave to any question ever!

[Lifer]

...I don't think even Richard Burton could outdo a marriage proposal like that.



That's beautiful sarge. That's just...beautiful.

[Rowdydrunk79]

What do you mean "How not to propose to the future wife"? It worked didn't it?

[Sgt. HSA]

What do you mean "How not to propose to the future wife"? It worked didn't it?

Yeah, but we're not exactly your textbook couple. Most women dream of a romantic setting, the right mood, and a ring in a satin box; I went with drunk, stoned, and naked in bed with no ring. Worked for me, but I give no guarantees on it working for anyone else.

[swingbozo]

(prequal: Multnomah county, Oregon, gay marriage allowed for about a week)

I proposed at a bar called "the shanghai steakery." It's well known in Portland for being the only bar you can go to when you've been 86'ed from every other bar in Portland. The floor is polished cement so they can hose it down at night. It has that "pine sol" smell that reminds you of the day care center at the bowling alley.

We only had a day (we thought at the time) when this was still going to be legal so we were in quite the hurray. We thought a judge was going to throw out the city ruling on Monday night so I proposed on Friday, we got rings special ordered overnight from the local Fred Meyer on Saturday and ran to the courthouse Monday morning first thing. We were in a line of about 200 other couples. We stood in line for two hours outside so we could get inside and stand in line for another hour. They brought in a handful of volunteers to help with the license nonsense. They wanted to make sure all of the licenses were filled out correctly in case some asshat legal moron threw our marriage certs on a technicality. We got the cert and then headed over to a location they were doing mass marriages at. On the way we passed the "Lucky Labrador" brew pub and found out they were marrying people in there. What better place to get married than a brew pub in Portland? We were one of 60 couples that were married at the Lucky Lab that day. After the fairly quick ceremony we were urged to run back to the courthouse in order to file the paperwork immediately, also to avoid any lame ass technicality and the ruling that may have thrown it all out that very day.

We ran back to the courthouse, filled papers in hand. We snuck through the closing doors and were able to hand deliver the signed license into the appropriate mail slot. As we were dropping off the paperwork we actually got interviewed by an AP reporter, and made a sentence in the next days AP newswire. Way cool!

Unfortunately a few months later all the marriages where tossed out. Oh well, it was cool! I still wear the ring!

Someday this country will wake up and drag itself into the 20th century. Until then we get to have a fascist theocracy. I wish I could afford to live in Amsterdam.

[Lifer]

Someday this country will wake up and drag itself into the 20th century. Until then we get to have a fascist theocracy. I wish I could afford to live in Amsterdam.

Move to Canada.

Everything's legal here!
In fact, Elton John married his long time Toronto-born boyfriend here a couple days ago.
Or yesterday. I don't remember.

[Gin McGuinness]

What do you mean "How not to propose to the future wife"? It worked didn't it?

Yeah, but we're not exactly your textbook couple. Most women dream of a romantic setting, the right mood, and a ring in a satin box; I went with drunk, stoned, and naked in bed with no ring. Worked for me, but I give no guarantees on it working for anyone else.

Wow... very similar to what Mr McG did... except we were at a club, not at home watching a game, went to my car to refill our noses and ended up reclining the seat back to look at stars. Mr McG leans across the hand-break & stick shift and starts his dreamy talk....

Mr: Before I leave the US, I'm going to put a ring on your finger...

Me: I.... I.... I'm not ready to get married.... I just didn't want you to leave just yet....

Mr: I'll call my mum tomorrow and have her FEDEX "the" ring...

Me: Mr Fraiser, don't you think.....

Mr: Let's get one thing straight. When we're married you'll have to learn how to say our name properly.

Then the next 20 minutes was him teaching me how to pronounce his last night "properly" and he's been correcting/corrupting my English ever since.

I never really said yes.... but then again I never really said no.... what I did do is buy vasts quantities booze and drugs and sat stunned for a week... eventually the freakiness wore off and 12 weeks later we were married.

[GSG]

Someday this country will wake up and drag itself into the 20th century. Until then we get to have a fascist theocracy. I wish I could afford to live in Amsterdam.

Move to Canada.

Everything's legal here!
In fact, Elton John married his long time Toronto-born boyfriend here a couple days ago.
Or yesterday. I don't remember.

Did they get married over there as well? They got married here a couple of days ago, at Windsor town hall where Charles and Camilla got married. They were some of the first gay pople to get married here because it's only been legal for about a month!

[MeanOldLady]

awww! if i were to ever go crazy and get married, i'd like it to be totally spontaneous like that. just feeling in love and realizing you're done looking because there's no one else out there. then suddenly, "let's do it." "okay."

great stories sarge and swingbozo.