Big production proposals and being true to you
Like so many of you here on Offbeat Bride, I was never one of those girls who dreamed about what her wedding would be like. I never dreamed about getting married in a big white dress and having children and buying a home. My partner G knew this about me and was fine that I had no pointed interest in getting a ring on my finger on any sort of timeline. I’d said that many times over the first couple years together and one of the sweetest things he ever said was, “Well, if I thought you wanted to get married I would have asked you a long time ago. If you ever change your mind you’ll have ask me. So after nearly six years together I did just that.
Why you should absolutely do engagement photos if they’re included in your wedding package
“I didn’t think we wanted engagement photos. My partner hates being the center of attention and has requested we try to find a wedding photographer who won’t act like paparazzi. But a lot of the photographers I’m seeing have packages that include an engagement session. I don’t think we want to do them, even if they’re free. What do people even use them for? Is there any reason to do them?”
Yep. Because it’s really not about what you *do* with actual photos, it’s mostly just about practicing. Lemme explain…
How I made a d20 engagement ring for my secret lesbian D&D proposal
I proposed to my girlfriend after a session of Dungeons and Dragons, with an engagement ring that held not a diamond, but a twenty-sided die. When I hit on the d20 ring, I knew it would be perfect for her… Plus, cheesy as it sounds, I do feel like I rolled a natural 20 when I started dating her.
Because I’m a woman in a relationship with another woman, there are no traditions on who proposes to whom. My girlfriend tends to think of herself as the guy of the relationship, but I’m not all that into traditional gender roles, so I decided to propose anyways. But how?
Learning to say goodbye to a happy singlehood
When the girl of my dreams accepted my proposal, I thought that was the happy ending to my single-hood. Bam! You’re engaged, it’s what you wanted and worked for, proceed to have a bridal glow till you walk down the aisle! Right? Wrong. I felt like there must be something wrong with me. I wasn’t as happy as I should be.
Lying in bed one night, sleepless and guilty, I started googling “Cold Feet.” Among the fairly unhelpful articles, there was one titled, “Mourning my single self.” Upon reading it, I had such a moment of epiphany that I was surprised the choir of angels didn’t wake my fiance up.