Age is always a hot topic on the Weddingbee Boards. A short time ago, I read a thread where members were discussing how age affects the speed at which you progress from dating to engaged. My relationship with Mr. Mink probably doesn’t fall in line with what most people were thinking.
Mr. Mink and I met when I was 28 and he was 34. Though he proposed twice in the first few months we were dating (including on our second date…do you want to hear that story?), I was in no hurry to get married. I was always a career-obsessed mink and did not envision myself settling anywhere for too, too long. By not letting my roots get too deep anywhere, I figured I’d be ready to accept the next great job opportunity when it came my way.
Within two years, I bought my home and was starting to think I was staying in Charlottesville long term. Of course, Mr. Mink had a lot to do with that.
When we started (seriously) talking about marriage, we were probably four years into our relationship. When Mr. Mink took me to his jeweler (he never imagined he’d have a jeweler), it was clear that he had already been there to look at rings. I picked out a setting I loved, the jeweler winked and made a note in her little book, and the waiting began. For the next month, I got more giddy as different occasions approached.
At Thanksgiving dinner, I looked down and saw something on Mr. Mink’s pant leg. My hand moved faster than my brain. It was as if my brain was in slow motion while my hand was in real time. As I was realizing that I was seeing the impression of a ring box in Mr. Mink’s pocket, I tapped it with my hand. I felt terrible as soon as I had done it. Mr. Mink almost choked on his food and turned beet red. I later found out that he had planned on proposing in front of his family, but a last-minute addition of someone we didn’t really know stopped him. I’m so thankful…I don’t think I could have handled an audience!
The next day, we went to the Outer Banks in North Carolina on an errand related to Mr. Mink’s job. (He works with craft breweries.) While he did business inside the brewery, I visited with their herd of goats. Having grown up in the New York City area, I thought it was pretty special to get this close to a farm animal.
A goat at Weeping Radish brewery / Photo by Miss Mink
Someone sent us to a restaurant on the water for lunch that afternoon. While we were eating, a huge pod of dolphins came by and stayed for a while. The restaurant had a huge koi pond in front of it and customers were allowed to feed the fish. As an animal lover, I was thinking this day was pretty spectacular. First goats, then dolphins, and now fish? How could this get any better?
Feeding koi / Photo by Miss Mink
Mr. Mink had the idea to get onto the beach so we could take pictures of Junior Mink for our Christmas card. It took us a while to find a spot since most (all) of the Outer Banks beaches are for residents or renters. There was no (legal) parking on the street where we were. We decided to chance it and pulled over on a small street. It was totally quiet except for a fisherman who looked asleep.
Junior Mink, five minutes before the proposal / Photo by Miss Mink
I’m a bit of a rule follower, so I was getting pretty nervous about the car after a little while. Now I realize why Mr. Mink kept trying to get me to go down to the sand. The bottom of the wood steps that went over the dunes was as far as he could get me. With my little dog by my side, Mr. Mink proposed. It was a perfect, quiet moment that I’ll cherish forever.
I’m curious: Do you prefer the grand, public proposal, or is an intimate one more your speed?
How do you think age affects the speed with which you move toward marriage?