tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053992.post2785585504636715844..comments2023-05-14T08:18:09.346-04:00Comments on The Fictionistas: Marriage proposalsKristen Painterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07984459504977637298noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053992.post-17821768215993324782009-03-08T19:27:00.000-04:002009-03-08T19:27:00.000-04:00I was really sick - turned out to be kidney stones...I was really sick - turned out to be kidney stones. Horrible pain, missed work, popped Darvocet like Pez. We'd planned a big barbeque/welcome to our new home party and he adamantly refused to cancel it. We had over fifty people coming. My girlfriends did the hosting duties while I lay on the couch and whined (seriously - when your body is crunching up kidney stones, it hurts).<BR/><BR/>Late that afternoon he dragged me outside and in front of everyone got down on one knee. It was completely unexpected. <BR/><BR/>I cried. I already looked like hell - the pictures are stunning in their awfulness. <BR/><BR/>Last month, Valentine's Day was on Saturday, so all the morning radio shows did their Valentines stuff on Friday. Guy calls into 104KRBE, gushes about his wonderful girlfried, he wants to spend his life with her, etc. and he wants the DJs to call her, and he'll propose. They call her - she's just leaving the gym, like he said she would be - they introduce themselves, say Boyfriend has something he wants to ask you. He very sweetly pours his heart out. You know where this is going.<BR/><BR/>Dead silence, then the girlfriend says "Are you proposing to me on the RADIO? Am I on the air right now? I can't talk about this right now. I'll see you tonight." <BR/><BR/>It was painful to listen to.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053992.post-87676969735980970122009-03-05T11:32:00.000-05:002009-03-05T11:32:00.000-05:00Love these stories!Love these stories!Gwen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07372049662768907328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053992.post-48806151344864981622009-03-04T16:07:00.000-05:002009-03-04T16:07:00.000-05:00Oh my LORD Rhonda your mom is a hoot.I was NOT exp...Oh my LORD Rhonda your mom is a hoot.<BR/><BR/>I was NOT expecting it.<BR/><BR/>He was in DC at a burn clinic with his Dad, who was here from England being treated for a serious injury. The ring had been discovered and buzz was starting to spread. So before I could find out by accident he called me on the phone, asked me to open his top desk drawer, and when I opened it and said nothing he yelled, all grouchy that he "wasn't going to bloody well have one of those harpies ask FOR me."<BR/><BR/>Then I threw up and cried til I was blotchy and hyperventilating.<BR/><BR/>I have since gone through two more rings. First one I was mugged and it was stolen. Second one was damaged and when we sent it for repair it was discovered to be a blood diamond with a funky serial number, so we picked this one.<BR/><BR/>Which is NOT GOING ANYWHERE.Chrissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17825661131803547197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053992.post-70763796062131881962009-03-04T11:05:00.000-05:002009-03-04T11:05:00.000-05:00RF--dude, that's hilarious. HAHAH. That's somethin...RF--dude, that's hilarious. HAHAH. That's something I would do!!<BR/><BR/>Kristen--awesome. I'd applaud if I'd seen it!!Rhonda Helmshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11855833088957182413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053992.post-10702176338391018112009-03-04T10:35:00.000-05:002009-03-04T10:35:00.000-05:00Hotrod proposed to me 30K feet up in first class i...Hotrod proposed to me 30K feet up in first class in front of a US Airways plane full of people. He got a hearty round of applause when I said yes.Kristen Painterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07984459504977637298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38053992.post-55477548352105798962009-03-04T10:31:00.000-05:002009-03-04T10:31:00.000-05:00My then boyfriend and I sat on top of a hill near ...My then boyfriend and I sat on top of a hill near our home, on the "wishing stone" which we'd climbed in the traditional way, looking out across the sound to the island, where the little sailing boats flecked the ocean. He prepared himself. A gentle breeze ruffled his jet black hair and he drew in a breath.<BR/><BR/>Then bigmouth here said "This would be a great place to propose to someone, wouldn't it?"<BR/><BR/>*facepalm*<BR/><BR/>(He did, eventually)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com