So, with today being the day us women folk can propose to the men, (I wonder how many did so?) I have been thinking about what romantic scenario I’d dream up to propose to my Mr, even though we got engaged last year. Although, saying that, he hasn’t mentioned it for about a year – perhaps he’s forgotten.
Would I spell it out in rose petals on the bed? Probably not, as that would mean clearing the clothes off it first…. Would I cook a perfect romantic meal, set in a candlelit room, with the champagne flowing, then at the perfect moment pop the question? No, there wouldn’t be a perfect moment with any one of the three kids barging in constantly. Plus, that sounds like a lot of effort. Would a man appreciate it? I’m guessing no.
How would I, ideally like to be proposed to? Would I want to go to a romantic restaurant, and be presented a ring in front of strangers? Hell, NO! The thought makes me cringe. Or worse still, be put in a position (like at a family party) where it would be extremely hard to say no. Imagine the shame! Grand gestures, or public displays of…..anything make me hugely embarrassed.
Or would I like to be sobbing down the phone to the Mr that I am too ill to look after the kids, and demanding he must come home to take over. Would I like to then be found sprawled on the sofa, remnants of sick in my sweaty, greasy hair trying to desperately keep the kids entertained with a DVD so I could just wallow in self-pity quietly. Would I then want to have 3 children peeled off me and taken in the bath, and to then hear squeals of excitement coming from the girls and when asked what’s going on to be greeted by a suspicious chorus of ’Nothing Mammy’, followed by the Mr then coming in and ignoring my disgusting appearance, my lack of ability to string a sentence together and the smell of my breath (I had tonsilitis and was sick – it was bound to smell!) and ask me to marry him!? With a ring and everything!!!!
Yes – as un-romantic, unconventional and un-idyllic as that sounds to
most people everybody else, to me this was perfect and just what I would have wanted. He even made sure the girls approved of the ring first! Hence their excitable screaming.
Although, as I said I think he may have forgotten this ever happened, maybe I should jog his memory. Right, where are all those dried, scented rose petals and recipe books…….