…to us! One year ago today The Fiance asked me to be his wife! So, I thought for a change of pace, we’d get his side of the story today. Here’s the Fiance’s take on getting engaged and a photo of my ring!

What a long strange trip it’s been. Crazy to think that it was 365 days ago that I signed up to spend the rest of my days with the Mrs. Alright, technically speaking I asked her if she would spend her days with me, but I digress. AJ asked for the man’s take on getting hitched and it is along that journey that we will be concentrating our attention. As the male authority here at IDYDWD I will share this; thus far, getting engaged was the hardest part.
I’m certain that little bit of intel won’t be a surprise to most of you. In the whole of the marriage process, this piece falls entirely on the man’s shoulders. There is a lot of pressure to get it right. Fortunately, we’re able to turn to the wonder that is the internet for ideas. In reality, this is a blessing and a curse as regards the act of getting engaged. On the plus side, there are a lot more ideas out there for you to steal. On the downside, she’s seen them. Every one of them. Which means that the bar has been raised. This is the very reason why I chose a bar as the location of our engagement.
I wracked my brains for months trying to figure out how I was gonna pop the question. I went through all sorts of ideas, from stopping up traffic on Market street to cornering her in Washington Square park and presenting her with a boccie ball case full of mozzarella. The latter stemmed from a dream I had after a hard night of drinking, which likely came about because I was stressed about the engagement. Vicious cycle, I tell you. At any rate, most of what I came up with required good timing, the right weather and a multitude of other factors that I’d have no control over. Which meant they were all out. I didn’t want stress. I didn’t want to coordinate a strike force to bring about the most epic engagement of all time. I wanted to get engaged with comfort and expediency with nothing left to chance.
The pressure was mounting. It was days before Christmas and my bonus had just come through. I had promised her that we were going to be engaged before the end of the year. The Mrs. had forbade me from popping the question on a holiday, so that meant 4 of the next 11 days were off limits. I finally had the key that would allow me to ask that most important of questions. I didn’t want to wait any longer. But where should I do it? How should I do it? What would make it right for us?
Then it hit me. There was a cozy little bar/restaurant around the corner from us. Up scale, but not posh. The owner was an old acquaintance of mine. We’d been trying to go there for years, but never managed to. Now would be the perfect opportunity. So it was on December 22nd, 2007 I walked into Southwark at 4th and Bainbridge with my girlfriend. A few hours later I walked out with my fiance.
{Image by me. I have to say, I have a new found respect for photographers who photograph rings. That shot was the best I could come up with in regards to lighting and clarity! Any tips on photographing your ring so it sparkles like it does in person? Not that I make a habit of photographing my ring or anything…}