You are both good people though. :)

So all those times you said what you wanted to do to me, you just wanted me to end up hating you????????

if she is a southern belle of any substance that would be a huge mistake

and tacky

I was just kidding. I'll be doing it face to face, in person. I'll make sure it's special, not something that seems like I was just winging it at the last minute or something.

Well, you know her much better than any of us, I'd guess.... so the best answer would probably be found from your experience with the lady. Or, possibly talking with a mutual friend, etc.
There's not really a proper way that's going to work for everyone.

did u see the proposal in the movie Moonstruck with Nicholas Cage & Cher? not the one in the restaurant...the "other one"???

Haven't seen that movie.

Do this for her:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kr00Obfuhes&feature=related

Put the ring between your toes.

Not sure if this is what you are looking for... my exhusband did approach my parents first. My ring was in the pocket of a coat I had been wanting. I unwrapped the gift, so excited about the coat, put in on and put my hands in the pockets. There was the ring in the box.
My son in law asked me for permission to marry my daughter. He took me to lunch and then showed me the ring. The ring was on top of a cupcake he baked for her is how he proposed. He had just finished clearing the table and brought the cupcake to her and knelt down in front of her chair.
My son also approached the parents first. He showed up with a dozen roses on bended knee at her door.
Do you want it to be romantic? It should depend on what you think will make it special for her. Good Luck !

TY, BK, that was helpful. :) Of course it's going to be romantic. I still have plenty of time to plan it out, I was just thinking about is all.

Yeah... I was flipped in a truck last Tuesday. My back is a little too fu**ered up right now for that. Pulling the camshaft from a Cummins 855 today didn't much help my back either.

Well, there are some women who would think that asking her father for her hand was offensively sexist. I assume you're aware of whether she would think that or not.

There are plenty of romantic ways to propose. My son-in-law did a terrific job. A surprise proposal at their favorite camping place by firelight, with wine. Her father and I were not consulted and were not offended by that at all.

Does her father know you well? I'm guessing some sort of knowledge about you and a bit of trust, is needed, for him to know who you are? :) Saying that, you could just propose to her anyway. She's old enough to decide if she wants to marry you. Her father, should not decide it for her. Best wishes to you both :)

Yeah... I was flipped in a truck last Tuesday. My back is a little too fu**ered up right now for that. Pulling the camshaft from a Cummins 855 today didn't much help my back either.



Ooooooof! Sorry to hear that. Was it the bad storms that flipped it? Back pain is truly sucky.

In "War and Peace" a young man was vacillating which way to do it. He was living in Russia, and he wondered if he should go the cool and elegant English way, which entailed asking the woman herself if she was game to marry him, or he should go the traditional, more formal, and more restricting (or enslaving) way of the French, which dictated that the woman be completely ignored as to what she wants to do with her life, so the man must ask the father, after all they each held the strings to the money purse.

In those days a gentlemen was obliged to observe economy of marriage in due respect to his family name; love and looks and such nonsense took seventh place in ranking eligible girls to ask. Second place was breeding, third, family history of two-headed jackals born in the lineage, fourht, etc., sixt, was the termite inspection report of the ancient family castle walls and of the roof.


So the dude on the 4399 page, after his seven-hundred page agony and inner turmoil, cross-bread the two tangles, and unified them, like Mitchurin with apple trees, into a hybrid model. He asked the girl first, and then her old man when the girl had a positive response.

If you are interested in researching this sort of antiquated idle and useless appropriateness of how to ask a girl for marriage, I am sure there is a high school course in your community, you know, continuing education for interested inquiring minds. In May, in the height of the Human Mating Season, sometimes public libraries have one-day seminars on the issue, with field trips to birderies and to bee hive farms.

In my social millieux, in which I grew up, the thing of rigeur was to read all the Jane Austen and Thomas Hardy books as one possible could in one single summer vacation.

If you are totally stuck with resource poverty in your locale, then remember just this, this is the most important lesson of all among English-speaking nuptial mongers.

When Lady Witthanghimghenshire's daughter, the Lady-in-waiting young Countessa Vericosa was about to get married, her Ladyship came to the dressing room and told her daughter: "Lilly, my dearheart, something really disgusting is going to happen to you today. Just close your eyes, spread your legs and think of England."

Most literary and sexuo-historical analysts figure, based on this little anecdote and millions of others like it, that most of all of English nobility was as gay as all-get-out.

After all... they were... the aristocrats.

The bourgeouning British bourgeois, speedily gaining numbers in their ranks starting with the industrial revolution, however, were into young boys.

If it were not for the soccer fans and roving hooliganic gangs in England, there would be no population there whatsoever.

Some attribute the English ruling classes deformative sexual preferences to a low vitamine content diet. Not enough limes and hardly any potatoes on the plates of expensive families. In any family where the servents were segregated to "upstairs servants" and "downstairs servants" the signs of vitamine deficiency was clearly written on the walls with black spraypaint -- in a figurative sense, strictly speaking.

Schocking. Absolutely shocking.

Such commoner-like debauchery. Ah, I am going to faint.

I am only familiar with the Hungarian way of proposing.

The young man must seduce the future mother-in-law. I did it twice, both on North American soil, but then I chickened out of the wedding. The only people who were not totally destroyed and crushed by my moves were the mothers, of course. Hungarian mothers in their forties and fifties are habit forming, and that's how I started my embarking on a long career of mounting older women.

My son-in-law did it very disreetly: he took my wife to introduce her to his family in Tuscany, and she was happy also to sample the local wines as his family was smpling her.

My second wife was American, a true-blue Inka woman, and she had to thread, according to tradition, a thick knitting thread through the son-in-laws nose and two earlobes, and then tie him together with all the other suitors for our daughter's hand in a human ball, and roll the oversexed rapscallions down the steep steps of Ixtamplyhatxas' stone temple. The suvivors then had to shake hands with a virgin from West Virginia, and make love to a female grizzly until she died.

As many cultures, so many different mating and marriage rituals, I guess.

Ooooooof! Sorry to hear that. Was it the bad storms that flipped it? Back pain is truly sucky.


No, we were ran off the road by an a**hole driver.

wux, just posting so you'd know your humor is not falling entirely on deaf ears.