My wedding proposals (yes, I had two) were thankfully low-key, private and completely unplanned. Plus, both proposals were serious, coming from a guy that usually avoids taking anything seriously. The first proposal happened when my boyfriend and I were relaxing at his apartment on one hot Saturday in June. We were enjoying the air conditioning at full blast and bits of off-beat conversation and banter. In the midst of it all, he switched up the conversation to talk about us and how much he loved me.
After a jumbled rush of sentences, he managed to muster up enough coordination to pull me to my feet before getting down on both knees. He wrapped his arms around my legs and looked up to my face, asking me to marry him. I said yes because I love him and because he had my legs in a bind.
Two months later, I received my awesomely dainty engagement ring, courtesy of Craigslist. We took a Sunday afternoon trip to Pacifica, and he proposed again, this time on a cliff that overlooked the ocean. Apparently he had felt bad about the first spontaneous, no-ring proposal, and he wanted to give me a more romantic experience. Personally, I loved both heartfelt proposals because they made me smile.