First wife:
We had been friends for several years, and each had other relationships during that time. Apparently, she had told a couple of her friends when they asked if she was ever going to settle down, “Oh, I’ll probably end up marrying ru2bz46”. One day, the moment was right, and we kissed.
Five days later, into the dating portion of our relationship, we just finished “it” for about the 15th time (I don’t think we had slept yet), I got out of bed, dropped to one knee, and asked, “Will you marry me?”
She replied, “Of course!”
(We were engaged a couple years and married for six more. She is my best friend, still)
Second wife: (I posted this one somewhere else on Fluther)
I had been thinking about how to ask her to marry me. Not long later, on the drive to a friend’s wedding, I came up with the idea to send her out on the floor for the bouquet toss. If she caught it, I would go out to meet her and pop the question.
Well, she caught it. When I asked her, she said, “Hmmm…I’ll think about it…” I was crushed and spent the next couple days wondering how to proceed with life with a dead-end relationship to handle.
After a few days, she asked me if I was serious about what I’d asked her the other day. I told her not to worry about it. It turned out, she thought I’d had too much to drink that night (I had two glasses of wine), so she didn’t want to get all mixed up from a drunken binge. Anyway, she said, “Yes”, finally, and we were (are) married almost eleven years. (Yeah, so we’re separated now. Life goes on.)
Third wife: Stay tuned…