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Congratulations Erynn! Your 5 hour movie quote/rose bouquet surprise proposal is the winner of the Most Romantic Contest. We’ll be sending you a copy of The Engaged Groom, Happy Anniversary, and a Paperbride Tip Kit.

Here’s to always keeping the romance alive!

These are the favorites in the Most Romantic contest as picked by the weddingbees! You can check out all the Most Romantic Contest entries here.

• Entry 4 - Erin’s hubby saves piece of the gazebo where they shared their first kiss and turns it into a plaque.
• Entry 10 - Ocicat’s post-it note surprises.
• Entry 20 - Erynn’s 5 hour movie quote/rose bouquet surprise proposal.
• Entry 29 - Tankbear’s boyfriend leaves a letter for her mother at her gravestone.
• Entry 30 - G’s hubby helps her cross the finishline after she suffers a stress fracture during a marathon.

These were the most popular Most Romantic Contest entries based on number of comments:

• Entry 20 - Erynn’s 5 hour movie quote/rose bouquet surprise proposal.
• Entry 30 - G’s hubby helps her cross the finishline after she suffers a stress fracture during a marathon.
• Entry 29 - Tankbear’s boyfriend leaves a letter for her mother at her gravestone.
• Entry 4 - Erin’s hubby saves piece of the gazebo where they shared their first kiss and turns it into a plaque.
• Entry 3 - Amber’s boyfriend works both his shift and hers when she gets sick.
• Entry 21 - Thu’s brithday scavenger hunt for her boyfriend’s birthday.
• Entry 10 - Ocicat’s post-it note surprises.
• Entry 5 - Christina’s boyfriend holds her all night on their first date.
• Entry 13 - Debra’s boyfriend thinks she looks beautiful all the time despite serious bouts of illness.
• Entry 22 - J.S.K.’s date sticks up for her on their first date.

Check out all the Most Romantic Contest entries here. The weddingbees will nominate their favorite stories, and readers will vote for one winner this week!

We also have the Best Bridal Shower games going on through October 5th, so send your entries to stories@weddingbee.com and you could win a $50 gift certificate to Wedding Favorites!

Matt is really wonderful about surprising me with flowers. One evening after we had been dating for a little over six months, he came by for dinner and brought a beautiful bouquet. In with the flowers was a little packet of gummy candy shaped like frogs. He told me that while he was in line waiting to pay for the flowers, he saw the frogs and decided to get them for me since he feels like he is my “frog prince and that my love turned him into a prince.” I thought it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, and after some of the “frogs” I’ve dated I was definitely happy to find my prince.

On our one year anniversary, Matt wouldn’t tell me anything about our date other than to bring stuff to spend the night. When I pushed him further he said, “You own a dress, right? bring that, too.” Hmm, not very helpful. Matt sent our friend Lisa, who introduced us, to pick me up and bring me to the surprise destination - a chic little hotel in downtown DC where we live.

When I got to the room, Matt had a beautiful bouquet waiting for me in the room. He told me that we had dinner reservations and to start getting ready. When I came out of the bathroom, there was a line of gummy frogs leading from the bathroom door up onto the bed, in a random pattern across the bedspread, and then under one of the pillows. The frogs were leading me to my present.

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We got engaged on my 28th birthday…

It was a Tuesday morning and we were both getting ready for work. I was feeling a little down for getting older, so I wasn’t in a very happy mood. He saw that I was so sad, so he decided to give me my birthday present right then to cheer me up (opposed to when he had planned to in the evening). . .

So he said he had a big surprise for me and told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. I felt him place something in my hand and I felt him lowering down to the ground. My mind began to race as I assumed he was proposing. Until he tells me to open my eyes… and all I saw was his face about 6 inches away from mine staring at me… and nothing in my hand. I thought I was being proposed to, but I guess I was wrong !!!

I was very confused and disappointed. Since I was already feeling down, I really wasn’t in the mood for games.

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I just thought I’d share how sweet & romantic my hubbs can be. I attached a picture of the certificate he made himself.

The original was given to me while we were dating… and in the past 4 years I have won all 3 catagories: best girlfriend, fiance & wife.

Along with this this particular award… flowers, homemade dinner, candle lit (of course) & a nice bottle of wine. My hubbs is the best & I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.

Dear Weddingbee,

DJ and I met at the beginning of my summer vacation from college and had a wonderful time dating for the rest of it, but my semesters spent half an ocean plus a continent away took a toll on us. I couldn’t handle the stress of school without someone there to hold my hand, give me hugs, and tell me it would be okay. Plus, I had an ex-boyfriend there telling me that I should be with him and not with this DJ-guy I had just met. DJ never retaliated, never told me that I shouldn’t go back to my ex, never used his devotion as leverage. While back from school, I decided that I couldn’t be true to him over the course of a long distance relationship. As much as I wanted to be with DJ, our future seemed too painful, so I broke up with him.

The next morning, I went shopping with a friend. Her company helped me get my mind off of the situation. When I came home, I was in for a surprise-my doorstep was covered with goodies. He left a bouquet of red roses, a stack of magazines that he knew I would love reading, a couple of books, a USB controller we had picked out together, and a little box with a shiny gold ring. He explained to me that the ring was his promise to love me always. I was the envy of the other girls at work, because what guy would give a ring to the girl who put his heart through a food processor and then broke up with him? The point is that DJ literally loved me unconditionally, rain or shine, together or broken up. If I thought that chasing after another guy would truly make me happy, then he would support me and go as far as to talk me through my decision in order to make me more comfortable.

Luckily for me, I wasn’t too blind to see that he was the best thing in the world. One and a half years later, DJ flew up to my graduation ceremony with an engagement ring. Now, we’re almost halfway through our longest [and hopefully last] period of time living apart. We expect to get married as soon as he can finish his degree and move to live near me. I look forward to taking care of him for many years, knowing that no one more supportive could be taking care of me.

-Cheryl

M does little things that shows me that he loves me - buying my flowers just because, holding me until I fall asleep if I had a rough day, always giving me a bite of his dinner, switching plates if I don’t like my food, letting me watch my TV shows, vacuuming because he knows how much I hate it, etc. However, my story isn’t necessarily a romantic story -it’s when I realized that M was a keeper.

One of my “things to do before I die” tasks is to complete a marathon. Being a decent runner, it’s something I wanted to accomplish, just to say I did it. I asked M to run the marathon with me, and he agreed. So for months we trained, running 3 times a week for long distances. I run slower than M, and every time we did trial runs together, he’d always run with me at my pace. He’d always cheer me on, even sing as we ran, if i didn’t have music to run with.

The day of the marathon came, and at the starting line he promised to run with me the entire time. I kept telling him to run ahead at his pace and not at mine, but he said it’s not about finishing faster, it’s about the company.

So we started our 26 mile run, the two of us together, talking, laughing and enjoying the run. We were making great time, beating our practice run times at the half way point. But at mile 18, I started developing a stress fracture in my foot, making every step rather painful. He asked if we should stop, but being 8 miles away, I told him that I could do it. Then at mile 20, I was in so much pain - at the point of tears.

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Private Letters
originally posted Tuesday, May 16th on my xanga blog

Another year, another Mother’s day.

I’ve had bad years (spent depressed and in tears), I’ve had bitter years (fights with everyone around me for weeks, hate everyone who has a mother), I’ve had intensely stressful years (anxiety attacks and physical heart aches) but finally, it seems that I’ve gotten to the acceptance phase. Sunday came, Sunday went, and I didn’t shed a single tear. We each bought a dozen roses at the local florist and after cleaning off the marble headstone and arranging the flowers, we sat and chatted and I told lil sis stories about Mom. I’m sad that she can’t remember anything about her but I suppose it’s hard to remember anything from age 4.

Before we left, Steve took a few photos of lil sis and I.

See? No tears. Smiles, even! It was a nice day and for the most part, we were all in good spirits.

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On August 5, 2006, I woke up to some rustling downstairs in my house. My boyfriend had come over at 6:00 in the morning to prepare breakfast burritos…YUM!!! Then he told me to get ready because we had to go to Long Beach. He told me to bring a bathing suit and a change of clothes.

As we were about to leave the house, he said, “I have something for you” and pulled out a box. It was too big to be a ring box…but I was happy nonetheless. The card with the gift read, “To help keep you on time so that you can come home to me as soon as possible.” Inside the box was a beautiful watch.

We went to Long Beach and took a boat to Catalina. My bf told me we were going scuba diving. I was so excited since I had never gone before. After struggling for what seemed like 30 minutes to get into the dang suits, and having our instructor give us a 10 minute lesson, we started to descend into the water. I began to panic! What if I can’t breathe and DIE?!?!? But then I thought, “What if he wants to propose? I must suck it up and do this!” (Can you tell I was hoping for a proposal???) We successfully submerged ourselves and enjoyed a wonderful time in the ocean. However, there was no proposal…

Then we went to eat lunch on the beach. My bf said that he had planned one more thing–a couple’s massage! We got the “Twice as nice” massage and body scrub. During the massage, my bf fell asleep and began to snore! Afterwards, we washed up and got dressed. Luckily my bf had told me to pack a little black dress. I asked him if we were running late for dinner reservations, but he said we were okay on time.

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I grew up as a typical Korean, city girl when I moved to the midwest. At first I was devastated, but then I met a simple, country boy who would change my life :).

One such thing was the 100 days. In California (where I grew up), we would celebrate 100 days aka “Bek Eel” - the 100th day of when you started dating. I told the BF about the hundredth day thing about a month after we got together. He smiled and laughed…because it IS kind of stupid when trying to explain it to a nonkorean.

“Koreans celebrate our hundredth day.”

“Uh…why?”

“Because a hundred is a cool number?!” (I couldn’t think of anything!)

So I told him to forget it because it’s just not the same with a nonkorean, and I felt stupid.

Then one week he tells me “Don’t make any plans for next Sunday..”

Okay? I asked him why, to which he replied, “Because it’s a Sunday.”

Thinking nothing of it I agreed…

Guess what that Sunday was?

100 days.

There have been some great stories so far! I hope mine brings smiles like the others made me smile.

I had a hard time narrowing it down to just one thing. My bf’s done so many great little romantic things, but if I have to choose one, it’d be one where it probably wasn’t intended to be romantic.

Last year, for my birthday, he sent me this stuffed bear and a mini rose plant [which, due to my utter incompetence, died within 3 days]. While he was deciding what to give and good-naturedly griping about the price of flowers, he wondered aloud what the appeal of getting flowers was all about. I immediately thought about sending him some and asked if he had ever gotten flowers. When he said no, I knew I had a great surprise cooked up and decided to send him some the following month - a “because it’s Tuesday” kind of thing.

Naturally, he reasoned why I asked as some sort of reverse psychology…pssh, psych majors. Always over thinking things. But that threw him off so I ran with it. When they arrived, he left me the most adorable and spastic voicemail [naturally I saved it] that it still makes me smile when I listen to it. You could tell he was smiling.

We’re a long distance couple so we try to make a visit every few months. We stayed at his parents’ house during the first half of my visit when I was there in March. We were hanging out in his room watching tv when I noticed the vase next to it. Inside were a bunch of dried rose petals. I asked him what that was all about and he said they were the flowers I had sent him. One day he came home and noticed that a couple of the petals had fallen off so he set them aside. He saved every single petal from the roses I sent him and has them proudly displayed. Even though it didn’t seem like much, that little thing stuck with me. I couldn’t stop smiling or kissing him afterward.

I never knew guys would love flowers as much as girls do. He still continues to do amazingly romantic things and while he thinks they’re simple, they always feel ten times bigger.

Tea

My story is not the most romantic but it’s the little things that matter to me more….

* YuMMie *

On May 19th, my fiance decided to make dinner reservations for us to “just have a fun night out and enjoy ourselves” - I think is how he phrased it in an email to me. After work on Friday, I got home a little while before him and when he arrived, we left for dinner. We started our way down 16th Street, heading west, toward 7th Avenue; we always stop in front of my old apartment building, 125 West 16th Street, where we had our first kiss and say “first kiss” and kiss each other, to commemorate it. This time it was just a little different.

He hesitated a second after we kissed and grabbed my hand, looked into my eyes and told me how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, how much he loved me and got down on one knee, then asked me “Will You marry Me?”

My heart was racing and I was thinking to myself “I can’t believe it’s here, this is the moment I’ve been thinking about all my life and its actually happening”. The excitement was overwhelming, but I managed to say “Of course, I will marry you” and grabbed him up from the ground to kiss and hug. He placed the ring on my hand. The next few minutes are a little blurry, but I remembered a failed attempt to get ahold of my mom and lots of kissing, hugging, giggling and smiling while we headed toward the restaurant.

We arrived at The Place a little early and he suggested we ¯¬?nd a bench or stoop to sit for a bit and hang out. I noticed him looking across the street and a man who started walking our way. My fiance said this was a friend of his and the closer he came, the more I began to notice this camera around his neck. My fiance introduced me to “Jeff” and told me that he had been following us from the time we left our apartment, photographing the entire time! I was in total disbelief because I didn’t notice him for nearly 20 minutes - I was in such a daze. It was amazing, and personal and everything I imagined. I am the happiest girl in the world and we are both so excited!!!

Kimberly

Hello Bees everywhere,

My story may not be in line with those submitted, but it touches my heart whenever I think of it, so here goes:

When I met my husband-to-be (let’s call him C), I was just coming out of a painful relationship. I was heartbroken and lonely and because misery loves company, I shamelessly took advantage of C’s immediate tenderness and affection. A few days after we met, we went to a club/lounge. I diligently proceeded to get drunk while C paid such eagerness and attention to me, that it still makes me feel sad to think of it now. I barely listened to the words he said.

After I had my fill, C left me to pay for our (well, my) tab. When he returned to our table, he found me passed out with my head against the wall. A big college frat boy type guy was taking pictures of me with his digicam, while his crew of equally large frat boys snickered in the corner. C demanded the camera from him. Frat boy refused. Voices got louder. Threatening words were exchanged. A slight scuffle ensued. The bouncer was called. The noise and chaos awoke me from my drunken stupor and I recall the sight of a large white man, a large black man and a skinny Asian guy (who I now identify as C), all looking extremely pissed. I wondered why. After C explained the situation, the bouncer made Frat Boy hand over the camera and C dutifully deleted the offensive pics.

When I inquired the next the day, C amusingly, embarrassingly, relayed the details. From that point on, I stopped taking advantage of C. I pinpoint that confused, waking moment at the bar as the moment when my definition of love changed: love is when someone who protects you in spite of serious physical harm and stands up for you even when you’re not looking.

J.S.K.