Definitely, Maybe
In honor of the June 24 DVD release of Definitely, Maybe, Universal Studios Home Entertainment wants to hear your proposal stories. But before we get to the contest details, do you want to hear mine?
I remember my husband’s proposal to me, but what I remember more were the months before he officially popped the question.
Our first date was Halloween 1990. I was a junior and he was a senior at Texas A&M University. We didn’t go partying or anything like that–we saw the Tom Cruise classic film Days of Thunder at the dollar cinema. I came home and in spite of the simplicity of the date, I told the girls who lived in my residence hall, “I think that this is the guy I’m going to marry.”
Later that year, we went to his Ring Dance, the senior dance at Texas A&M which commemorates a student becoming a former student. My parents and his parents had both attended Ring Dance when they were dating. When we got the professional pictures back, Terry gave me one on which he had written, “You know what happens after the picture is taken under the ring,” foreshadowing another ring that I would one day wear.
We didn’t want to get married until after we graduated, and Terry had already signed on for 3 more semesters to get his Master’s degree, which meant he would graduate a semester after I did. He was also firmly opposed to a long engagement. He definitely didn’t want to be engaged for more than a year.
Ring Dance was in May; we had been dating for six months. We didn’t get engaged until the following February. To say that I was a little bit antsy would be an understatement. What made it worse was that it seemed like each week of my senior year, another of my friends got engaged. “But Terry and I are getting married, too. He just doesn’t want to be engaged for more than a year,” I thought to myself as my left ring finger remained bare.
Distance made it worse. He was doing an internship that spring semester in Houston, so we only saw each other when I was able to go home to Houston on the weekends. We actually fought about it most weekends. “Just ask me!” I even challenged him through tears on one weekend. Now I smile at the memory, but at the time, it wasn’t funny to me at all.
One weekend in February, he came to College Station instead of me going to Houston. Friday night, I fixed him dinner and apologized for being so irritating. Saturday morning he said that he wanted to go to Research Park, a place on campus where we had enjoyed picnicking and walking and talking while we were dating. He was wearing a Texas A&M hoodie sweatshirt and I was wearing sweats and no makeup, but as we crossed a particularly memorable bridge, he pulled a ring box out from the pocket of his hoodie and popped the question.
I didn’t say “Definitely, Maybe,” but according to his remembrance, I didn’t answer at all. I think that I grabbed the ring and stuck it on my finger as tears welled up in my eyes. “Is that a yes?” he wanted to confirm.
“Yes, yes, of course,” I answered.
What I didn’t know then was that he had purchased the ring in December. That horrible night when I was crying and challenging him to just ask me, already–the ring was actually waiting in a box, for the right moment. He wanted to propose on campus–where we had met and dated–because it was special. My story would be quite different if he had gone upstairs to his room and produced the ring for me in the heat of anger. I like this version better–dramatic emotional twenty-one-year old immaturity and all.
Eleven months later we got married. That was fifteen years ago, and we’re still going strong.
What about you? What’s your story? Post your own engagement story on your blog with a link back to this post and the Definitely, Maybe site (http://www.definitelymaybemovie.com/), letting your readers know
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On July 1 we’ll post the winner’s story here. I will select the story that grabs me, or if that’s too hard, I’ll use random.org to choose from the finalists.
The winner will receive a prize pack containing three romantic DVDs from Universal Studios: Definitely, Maybe; Love, Actually; and Notting Hill.
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No real proposal here, we just talked openly about marriage.
First off it seems so long ago…
Anyway my hubby asked me to marry him with a sign and as everyone was driving by he was expressing his love to me. I do love him….
My husband is a creative type, so I knew his proposal would be original. He arranged several different events for us throughout the day. The day ended with dinner at a fancy restaurant along the Mississippi river. Shortly after we were seated, the server presented us with a quiz supposedly written by the restaurant chef. I thought my husband made it, but then he faked me out saying it was stupid and not to do it. Of course, I then wanted to do it. Each page asked a question about the history of your relationship. The final page had a coded message that you decode using the numbers from your answers on each page. The message was “marry me”. He then got down on his knee and proposed. I love this great story to pass down and the best part is that I still have the booklet as a keepsake!
My husband got down on one knee and proposed the old fashioned way. It was very romantic and of course I said….YES!
My proposal is very simple, but it was sweet. Hubby and I had planned to spend the day in San Francisco shopping and just hanging out. So we drive into the city and he casually suggests we go walk across the Golden Gate Bridge which we had never done. So I agree. When we are about halfway across the bridge, we stop to look across the bay. I’m looking out at the ocean and when I look back at my then boyfriend, he’s standing there with a ring and asks me to marry him. It was so sweet. Of course I said yes. It was a wonderful day.
Wonderful story and many more happy years together.
I am still impatiently waiting. Maybe these DVD’s will give him the idea!
After a nice dinner in San Francisco, my husband took me out to Twin Peaks and proposed while we were overlooking the city’s view.
He didn’t do anything special but when I turned 50 he went to the best jeweler in our town who custom designs rings. He had a 2 carat ring made with 4 diamonds along the side for the four sons we had and presented it as a total surprise to me with all our sons, wives and girlfriends in attendance. It was a shock as he is very tight with money and sticks to shopping at Home Depot.
Your story is so nice.
Cute story. Thanks.
My now husband proposed to me in front of our favorite restaurant after a full day of paintballing. He handed me the box and said, “whaddya think?” I was ecstatic and still am 5 years and 2 kids later.
Here’s my story, hope you enjoy it!
We are bakers and I buttercreamed “Will you marry me?” on individual cupcakes one morning.
He Proposed on my 26th birthday! May 19, 2008
My birthday has always been somewhat hard for me. Ever since I was a child I hated my birthday. See, when I was a little girl my mother and father were in a terrible car crash in which the car caught on fire. My father managed to get out of the car but my poor mother was stuck under the stirring wheel and he couldn’t get her out. So we had to arrange for her funeral, but without thinking it through my family arranged to have the funeral on May 19, 1987… my fifth birthday. Big mistake! This single incident scarred me for life, at least that’s how I used to see it.
I have had my share of problems, some of which I was responsible for, But God and his fantastic sense of humor have left me peacefully aware that All things, good and bad work together for my good. On May 19, 2008, my boyfriend, who I may not have known had I not moved with my aunt and went to his grandfather’s church, of many years proposed to me. It was the happiest I have ever been and now that day has been forever changed.
He told me once, years ago, that he would make me love my birthday and he kept his promise. I love him so very much and can’t wait to become his Wife. He is my Angel.
I actually did the proposing. We had been dating for 4 years and I told him we needed to make a decision.
We have been married for 28 years this September.
My husband and I dated for a little over 10 months before he proposed. I am a nurse and had to attend a conference in Ft Lauderdale in the Fall of 2004. My husband happened to have some friends living Ft Lauderdale and I thought it would be perfect for him to come with me and stay with them while I stayed at the conference hotel. We could meet up after the sessions each day and tour Ft. Lauderdale, hang out with his friends, etc. He told me he wasn’t going to be able to make it because he had to work. Of course I was disappointed. He drove me to the airport the morning I was flying out (in his work clothes of course) and told me he would pick me up in a week when I was to return. The only suspicious thing about that day was a letter he placed in my carry-on. I was to read it on the plane. It basically talked about how he felt towards me and how he was hoping one day he would be able to ask me to marry him.
I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale, was greeted by his friends and spent the evening with them. I had difficulty reaching my husband but finally connected late that night. The following morning I attended my first session. I talked to my husband during a lunch break and asked him what he would be doing that Friday afternoon. He told me he had taken the day off and was at the beach and would be doing some shopping later in the day. I was really frustrated and disappointed since he had told me that the reason he couldn’t come with me was because he had to work. I let it slide and we talked for a few minutes and then hung up. After the conference sessions that day I was picked up by his friends and we were heading to watch the sunset on the beach and then off to a nice dinner. It’s hard to describe the beach but I’ll try. There is a street where cars can park and then tall shrubs/trees so that you are not able to see the beach from the street. It’s only when you go through one of the paths through the brush that you are able to see the beach. So we get out of the car and my friends tell me that they want me to go ahead because they want me to be the first to experience the Florida coast as the sun is setting (I’m from California where the sun sets over the ocean so apparently this was supposed to be a unique experience for me, the Cali girl). I walk ahead through one of the openings to the beach and literally right in front of me stands my husband in the midst of rose petals strewn on the sand, a long-stemmed rose in hand and the only thing I can say is “What are you doing here? I thought you were in California!” He then gets down on one knee and proposes and I am in shock and crying and we have an audience and it is beautiful and perfect and so surreal because he was supposed to be in California! Anyway, for the record my husband told me he never lied the entire time although he said it was quite difficult. He did tell me that whenever I asked him what he was doing, he told me…he just didn’t tell me WHERE he was doing it. Apparently he took a flight shortly after me and arrived in Ft. Lauderdale the evening I arrived, staying with his friends. It took a lot of craftiness on all of their parts to surprise me without lying or being dishonest. It was wonderful! I have the most amazing husband and now we have the most amazing little boy!
Our complete story is in the link, but here’s the wrap-up…
I met my husband a month before leaving for a couple years of missions work in Nicaragua. Our love blossomed quickly, and when we parted, we knew God wanted us to be together for a lifetime. But Brian knew he wanted to let me follow my heart’s desire to serve in Nicaragua, and so we said goodbye.
A few months later, as our relationship was growing in frequent emails, online chats and phone calls, he flew to meet my family – by himself! – and ask my dad if he could marry me. He came to visit me at Christmas with a ring in his pocket. But before he proposed, I shared that I really wanted to meet his family, and I wanted to wait until we knew a date. So he took the ring home, and we waited. At Easter, I flew to meet his family. Of course, I knew he had the ring, and I knew he was dying to propose, but I also knew he had something planned. We drove to his alma mater, Clemson. We visited the beautiful botanical gardens, and I thought, “This is it! How romantic!” But he rushed me off as the sun was setting, saying he had something he wanted to show me. We drove to the edge of Lake Hartwell, where he’d been baptized in college. We sat in the setting sun, and he took out a guitar and played the song, “A Page is Turned” and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. It was so beautiful and sweet… an amazing start to our awesome life together!
Great story–I’m still waiting for a proposal.
Your story is lovely! Ours was simple and sweet. My now husband (our 15th anniversary will be later this summer!) took me up high on a mountain in california, where we lived at the time. As we looked down on the lights and the beautiful landscape below us, he spoke of loving me, wanting to give me all of his love and more than I could ever see or imagine — more than all of the beauty I could see beneath us. After his sweet propposal we sat there as the sunset faded and enjoyed special time together!
Itching to know who the winner is! Isn’t today the day?
I thought so! I’ve been checking all day!
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