My fiance and I had been dating only two weeks when we first mentioned marriage.... Actually, it's even more complex than that: I was dating another guy, but it had been a distance relationship for a while and I didn't realize it was falling apart. So FH and I were attracted to each other, but couldn't start dating until I made the decision to break up with my boyfriend. But even before we were officially dating, FH told me that he was already imagining his life and a family with me. Fast forward to two weeks after we were officially dating, and I asked HIM if he would marry me! Not a formal proposal per se, but he responded with an enthusiastic and very cute "yeah."
Two years later, we're living together (not planned, it just sorta fell out that way) and still talk about marriage all the time, but I'm starting to drop not-so-subtle hints that I want to get married sooner rather than later. He's all for it, just concerned about our financial stability. Finally, he asks me to send him my ideas and preferences for a ring. I get very excited, but then quickly realize that, since we have the same job and are together 24/7, he won't have an opportunity to buy the ring on the sly. So after months of nothing, I just resigned myself to the fact that it would be a while before we were engaged. I have to admit, I was pretty bummed.
Late August 2007, we went to the Jersey Shore with his family (whom I adore), and took a few nighttime strolls along the beach. One night, he asked to head down to the beach with him again, and of course I did, thinking nothing of it. We sat on a blanket and he asked me to look at the stars (we fell in love during long talks under the stars while on a study-abroad program in Provence, France - romantic, I know), then made this adorable speech about how beautiful he thinks I am. He kissed me, and I felt his hand slide into his pocket. My heart started pounding so fast, because I KNEW. And sure enough, when I opened my eyes, there was the ring and he said "Will you marry me?"
I wish I had said "yes" before I said "really?" But oh well, it was perfect anyway. Turns out he had a family friend who worked in a jewelry store, so he got a great discount on the ring (that's my man!), and his aunt picked it up and then had to sneakily pass it to him under the table while we were all playing a game. Sorry for the long story, but it's my favorite one to tell!!!
Woman to my man. Slave to my budget.