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I had procrastinated a long time asking my wife. I was doing a lot of traveling, but on the weekends when I was home we looked at some rings and things, but I never got overly excited or made any obvious moves that way. I picked up the rings one day when I was able to cut my trip short.
It was coming up on our sixth year of dating anniversary. She asked what we were going to do. I said, "Oh, I've some coupons for Steak and Ale. It'll be nice!"
She's not impressed.
A couple of weeks go by, and the day of our dating anniversary appears. She comes over to my apartment all dolled up. I give her a single rose. "Oh thank you..." She asks where we are going. I hold up a coupon for Steak and Ale. "I have a coupon for Steak and Ale."
And then I stall her. I take my time getting ready. She starts to suspect something is up. Finally and say, "Okay, let's go!" We walk outside and there is a limosine waiting for us, all stocked up. *Now* she gets excited, but she still thinks were going to Steak and Ale.
About twenty minutes into the drive, she says, "This isn't the way to Steak and Ale!"
I say nothing.
The limo drops us off at our favorite French Bistro restaurant. We have table on a dais overlooking the floor, but tucked into a corner. There is a bottle of good wine already chilled. I say, "You didn't really think I was going to take you Steak and Ale, did you?" Haha, she tells me I narrowly dodged a bullet.
We have a nice dinner. I say nothing else. We get all the way through dinner, and order dessert. Her dessert tray comes out with her cheesecake, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and her engagement ring (1.3c VFI pear cut, already sized to her finger).
I had procrastinated a long time asking my wife. I was doing a lot of traveling, but on the weekends when I was home we looked at some rings and things, but I never got overly excited or made any obvious moves that way. I picked up the rings one day when I was able to cut my trip short.
It was coming up on our sixth year of dating anniversary. She asked what we were going to do. I said, "Oh, I've some coupons for Steak and Ale. It'll be nice!"
She's not impressed.
A couple of weeks go by, and the day of our dating anniversary appears. She comes over to my apartment all dolled up. I give her a single rose. "Oh thank you..." She asks where we are going. I hold up a coupon for Steak and Ale. "I have a coupon for Steak and Ale."
And then I stall her. I take my time getting ready. She starts to suspect something is up. Finally and say, "Okay, let's go!" We walk outside and there is a limosine waiting for us, all stocked up. *Now* she gets excited, but she still thinks were going to Steak and Ale.
About twenty minutes into the drive, she says, "This isn't the way to Steak and Ale!"
I say nothing.
The limo drops us off at our favorite French Bistro restaurant. We have table on a dais overlooking the floor, but tucked into a corner. There is a bottle of good wine already chilled. I say, "You didn't really think I was going to take you Steak and Ale, did you?" Haha, she tells me I narrowly dodged a bullet.
We have a nice dinner. I say nothing else. We get all the way through dinner, and order dessert. Her dessert tray comes out with her cheesecake, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and her engagement ring (1.3c VFI pear cut, already sized to her finger).
It was our one year anniversary of dating (this time around lol)
I made her my famous steak dinner with fettuccine alfredo and shrimp, part way through I disappear into the bedroom and hand her an anniversary card and a dozen long-stem red roses. As she's reading the card, with a poem I had written (I really should write her more poems now), I kneeled down next to her and opened up the ring box and when she turned to look at me, she cried and screamed. Of course I made the classic mistake of thinking i'd get lucky, so there was rose petals on the bed, which never got used, we drove around and showed all her friends. 6 years this May.
It was our one year anniversary of dating (this time around lol)
I made her my famous steak dinner with fettuccine alfredo and shrimp, part way through I disappear into the bedroom and hand her an anniversary card and a dozen long-stem red roses. As she's reading the card, with a poem I had written (I really should write her more poems now), I kneeled down next to her and opened up the ring box and when she turned to look at me, she cried and screamed. Of course I made the classic mistake of thinking i'd get lucky, so there was rose petals on the bed, which never got used, we drove around and showed all her friends. 6 years this May.
"You better marry me or I'll tell my dad we had sex"
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