Why is it that every four years women of the world are given approval to take the hand of their mate and propose marriage?
Well it was one lady who made it all happen back in fifth century Ireland. St Bridget toddled off to St Patrick and informed him that women needed a chance to get in on the action and take control of their destinies. The men were dilly daddling so they needed a shake up in the system.
Thirteenth century Scotland got it right putting a law in place. It stated that any man who refused a women on this year would be required to pay a fine. With this there was the first documented case of a female proposing on the 29th February.
Very progressive of St Bridget back in the day to give us ladies a chance to make the move. But really why do we need an excuse? I didn’t.
Young crazy love, I was only 23 had spent Christmas apart from him and realised that I never wanted to be apart from him again.
I’d planned a Beastie Boys mosh pit proposal but it all got a little hectic in there so I put it on the back burner.
The following month I organised a proper grown up dinner with his family and friends for his birthday. Love was in the air and after talking at length on the subject with friends over wine they left and I was prepped and ready to pop the question.
He was in disbelief, I was full of nervous adrenaline sedated slightly by the wine. This is our love story. He said yes and my parents received a 2am phone call.
No Leap Year needed.
