Hi, so I was asked to share my experience so here goes.... I think I should start by giving you a bit of context (boring I know - but kinda relevant too). Me – I am Vic, aged 35 and a half! and a teacher! (oh I feel like I am formally introducing myself!!) I met St.John (yes this really is name - said Sinjon) when I was 14 - him an undisclosed age at this time! He annoyed the hell out of him and I have to say didn’t really like him! When I was 17 – him ? still no idea! (turns out he was 7 years older than me!!) We were duped into going out – and are still together 18 years later – he still annoys me!!
So fast forward nearly 10 years, 2006, on holiday when the day I thought would never come came – He finally got down on one knee on the balcony overlooking the beach in our hotel in shagalufff (classy I know!) and asked me to marry him - the planning had begun – His brother Giles (not such as stupid name) was getting married in July 2007, so we opted for July 2008.. and so it began….
A 26 year old me just having St.John propsed