So as you’re probably aware, I'm currently on a semi-wiki-hiatus, which I've just chosen to briefly break. That’s because a hell of a lot of stuff has gone down in my personal life recently. I don't usually like going on about personal stuff, but these were some pretty important moments.
I finally asked my amazing girlfriend (now fiancé) Angie to marry me!
If you didn't know, I've been in a relationship with my Ange for going on seven years now, and although there've been ups and downs (family problems, long distance, arguments, yada yada), I love her more than anything in the world.
Lord only knows why she decided to say yes though, since we’ve both agreed it was one of the worse proposals on record. Sorry Midge! ^^;
For anyone hoping to propose in future, here’s a checklist of things not to do:
1). If you and your girlfriend/boyfriend are going on a “romantic” weekend getaway, propose there! It makes it far more memorable.
2). Perhaps more importantly, if you are going on said weekend away, don’t propose when you get back instead.
3). Definitely most importantly, don’t forget the ring for when you want to propose. It makes matters much easier.
4). Don’t propose when you’re both in the middle of unpacking or otherwise unable to concentrate fully.
5). Don’t propose when your girlfriend/boyfriend is feeling grotty while wearing sweatpants, and eating humus with crisps.
7). Don’t get your words mixed up if you have a pre-prepared speech full of rainbows, sparkles and wonderful stuff.
8). Don’t make such a pig’s ear of it that they refuse and re-propose to you instead – and do it better.
You guys can probably guess the course of events from that. If not, long and short of it all is we went on a weekend break to Prague, where I thought I was planning to propose to her –the Charles Bridge would have made a much better setting than a messy apartment. However, when we eventually turned up at the Hotel, turns out I’d forgotten the ring.
I went frantic the whole weekend trying to find an alternative way to pop the question and managed to thoroughly unnerve Angie along the way. Anyway, as soon as we got back home, I went on a mad search for the ring, and found it eventually. Then decided (in my infinite wisdom) that it would be far more sensible to pop the question in the middle of unpacking while both looking a little worse for wear than to wait more.
Anyway, Ange originally said no, and I've been completely down for the last few days... until just now. We’d been goofing off on Skype, when out of the blue she started going through these old photos of us and told me she loved me amongst a bunch of other lovely things.
Then she asked me to marry her.
God works in mysterious ways and I’ll never understand why he decided to bless me with you.