DW and I went on holiday when we finished university. We scrimped and saved and spent a week on Heron Island. We got up early one morning to watch the sea turtles come up onto the beach and lay their eggs, which they only do for a few weeks a year. I had the ring and knew I was going to propose while we were there, but hadn't been able to think of anything special to do, so decided the situation was right, got down on one knee and proposed.
Then, we had such a long engagement that we decided to do it again. We had got DW a new engagement ring because we had been working for a few years and had a chance to save up, so we went out to a cabin in the blue mountains, had dinner by a log fire, and I proposed again. We left a rubbing of the engagement ring in the guest book.
Anyway as for my proposal, it was so ordinary. It was the night after my 21st party and all the oldies were hanging around for hours later than they normally would have because everyone thought he was going to pop the question at the party, so the poor bugger really had the pressure on - made worse by the fact that we'd brought the ring a few weeks before on a whim because we walked past a jeweller's that was having a sale so it was going to happen soon, but the deal was that I didn't put the pressure on and he'd do it when he was ready. But it got the better of him and he asked me at 3am, he was drunk and we were just about to go to bed LOL. Hardly romantic but I said yes none the less
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