How were you proposed to?

@Bee1955 (3886)
United States
February 22, 2007 3:11pm CST
from your partner, beloved, husband or wife? Was it freaky? Romantic? Scary? Unusual? Traditional? Tell us your story... I belong to the SCA (www.SCA.org) - the Society of Creative Anachronisms. We are an international, educational group that reenacts medieval history in thought, word and deed. In the US, we are divided by Kingdoms. I live in the Kingdom of AEthelmearc which comprises most of New York State, Pennsylvania, eastern Maryland and West Virginia (my state of residence). I came to West Virginia on 2 missions, one was for the medical help I could receive from a specialist there and the other was to get away from a messy divorce because I became terminally ill. The last thing on my mind was remarrying. I resettled and began to attend therapies for Muscular Sclerosis (MS). The #2 specialist in the nation, according to JAMA magazine, practiced here (and I still go to her). Inbetween theapies and tests, I was lonely and tried to make friends by attending interest groups in the area, including the local "Barony" of the SCA. The barony was newly formed and was a little disorganized. When I introduced myself as moving from the Midrealm Kingdom west of them I was greeted with catcalls and hisses. Of course it was because our kingdoms have 'fought' against each other many times for additional lands. One Gentle cried out that I was a spy and should be guarded. The troup of guards were 2 Lords and a Squire in charge. I was escorted to the "dungeon" (another part of the house - the kitchen - away from the meeting) and not allowed in the rest of the meeting. The one young Lord left guarding me was Bearclaw of Gryphon's Keep. An attractive young man and gifted artist as I found out from us talking during my "exile". His wife Lady Kathleen came in and introduced herself, as she was hostess for the refreshments and we helped her. Tragedy struck me as I developed cancer and had to pack up my aparttment and sublet it while I recuperated after an operation at a relative's home outside the state. I didnt return until the next year, but my SCA friends were waiting for me with the latest gossip. Seems like Lord Bearclaw and Lady Kathleen had divorced and there was still problems between them. Well, coming from a broken marriage was not new to me and I sympathsized. Since I was still weak and recuperating from cancer, I wasnt at too many meetings for awhile and eventually drifted away from that scene. One evening in a local Mall I spotted Lord Bearclaw dressed in a kilt and strolling along with the crowds as if window shopping. I was sitting with a cup of tea near a kiosk and our eyes met. Zing! Love at second sight? Maybe. I felt I was having hot flashes! He came over and reintroduced himself and asked to sit down. From that moment on we were inseparable. He either visited me or called me everyday. I dont recall one day without any communication. A few years went by and we were recognized as a couple, but my health declined slowly. He began talking about making ourselves permanent, but memories of my last marriage when my illness was the factor of the divorce outweighed my wanting that type of committment. I had no strings on him and told him so, he was free to go to whomever he wanted. His stubborness in being true to only me impressed me, but still I remained cautious. One fine Spring day I had been very blue for now being dependent on a wheelchair for ambulation. I no longer could work in my profession (nursing) and I was wondering what to do. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a messenger gave me a box filled with my favorite peach roses and a note with an invite to be at a very grand restaurant downtown that evening and to be "in garb" (medieval clothing). Laughing, I fulfilled the request and arrived at the appointed time. Inside the restaurant was the entire Barony, all decked out in their medieval best. The Baron and Baroness greeted me warmly and I was rolled into position at the dais with their Graces. A string quartet began to play and a jester entertained us all as waiters brought out the prearranged dinners. Bearclaw, I noted, was on the other end of the dais where the Lords were seated and we waved at each other. At the end of the meal, the Baron called for quiet and asked all to remained seated. Then he ordered Bearclaw to come forth. He came around to where I was sitting, got down on his knee, (the room was hushed) and before I could say anything, he proclaimed his love to me in front of the witnesses and asked for my hand, which he kissed. I was crying tears of joy and everyone started shouting What??? Yes or No??? I sniffed and nodded and a mighty cheer went up as Bearclaw put a silver necklace on me with his medallion on it. Amid cheers of Huzzah! We stood and bowed. Freaky? A little, but medievally correct and stunning. We sat together the rest of the evening as everyone came to congratulate us. The dessert was a giantic bowl of mixed-fruit vanilla pudding with numerous cherries topping it (another medieval engagement feature) and we took the first 2 spoons and fed each other, the rest was divided among the guests. Now THAT was a proposal I couldnt refuse!
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• United States
22 Feb 07
That was a beautiful story. I cannot match yours. I was divorsed, trying to raise my daughter on my own. My husband was my optian. I worked for him, and we were only friends. He was so kind and caring, always trying to make my life easier. He asked me to marry him, and I said no. I cannot count how many times he asked and I said now. I was looking for love the wrong way...all physicall attraction only. Well, one day I was out on a date with someone else, and all I did was talk about my boss. He asked me if I was in love with him, as I just went on and on. I came home and thought about it, and realized what real love was, so I called up my husband in the middle of the night and said, I love you, I will marry you.
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@dmillman (2273)
• United States
22 Feb 07
That's a nice story Bee. It's definitely different. It's nice that the two of you have the same thing in common. I imagine that it makes it easier for you. So now I'll give you my story. It was 12/31/1999 and my now husband, Mike, was really into this whole new millennium thing, so I was glad that it would be over with soon. I was at my apartment, where I lived alone, on the second floor of an apartment building. I was taking down my Christmas decorations and had music on to try to get me in a good mood for the party we were going to later. Then, I heard a knock, so I went to the door and couldn't see anyone outside the peephole, so I opened the door, just in case. No one at all. So I went back to what I was doing, and then heard the knock again. So I turned down the radio, just to make sure I wasn't hearing things, and I realized, the knock was from my livingroom window! I was shocked, especially since I live on the 2nd floor. Then when I saw that it was Mike, I just shook my head. I opened the window and yelled, "What the heck are you doing out there? It's freezing." Right as I said it, I knew why he was there, on his ladder, knocking on my window. He said, "Deirdre, I've been doing a lot of thinking and........" He didn't get to finish because I started crying louder. Then he said, "Will you be my wife?" And I screamed in response, "YES!!!" Now I jnew why he was making such a big deal about the new millennium! And that folks, is my proposal story.
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@Bee1955 (3886)
• United States
22 Feb 07
Soooo sweeeet!
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@dmillman (2273)
• United States
23 Feb 07
Thanks! I like it too - hehehe!
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• United States
22 Feb 07
Bee, this is the most romantic story. You could make a novel out of it! It says so much. It is about love, perseverance, patience, and more. Oh Bearclaw. I visited a craft fair once and there was a booth for SCA and they sold cookies. I was just a child with big eyes.
@mememama (3077)
• United States
23 Feb 07
That is such a cool and unique story! My boyfriend was stationed far away (military), it was just announced on the news that we (America) had gone to war in Iraq officially. I feared for his life, he joined the military after 9/11, I thought he was a brave man but I didn't want to lose him. We weren't able to see each other after that since the military wouldn't let him take leave. So one night I got a phone call, I went outside to look at the stars, thinking afterall we're under the same sky, it made me feel closer to him. He was on the phone. He sounded all scared, and asked me to be his wife! He felt like crap for proposing over the phone, but he wanted to know that I'd marry him before anything happened. Thankfully he never was sent over there, I am still grateful for that.
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