
10 weeks ago on a Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in a cafe and decided that I would propose to my boyfriend.
I don’t know if it was my triple shot long black kicking in, but I started thinking… why should the prince get all the glory? Why can’t the princess do it herself?
In that moment, knew I loved Rob more than anything in the world and I knew I wanted to be with him forever. So why should I wait for him to propose instead of making it happen?
The first time I met Rob, 11 years ago, I was sleeping on his bedroom floor. At the time he was dating my friend and they were trying to set me up with his cousin… needless to say that didn’t happen! Two years later, we met up again. I had no intention of getting into a relationship at that time, but things happened so easily for us.
Over the last nine years, we’ve really grown up together. I love that Rob and I are not your average couple. We’re both strong willed, stubborn and passionate individuals, but are so different in so many ways. I’m a morning person, he’s a night owl. I eat raw slices and Rob is the ultimate candy man. Rob has a quick temper and I’m rational and methodical. But we just work.
The decision that I would propose to Rob wasn’t really out of character for us. We’d spoken about it before, he didn’t seem to mind the idea, so I took that as my green light to start planning. To be totally honest, it didn’t matter to me what people might think – I was doing this for us.
I always knew that we would get engaged in Bali. We’ve always holidayed there and some of my happiest memories are there with Rob. So one morning, instead of overthinking it, I just went with my gut and booked flights! That was the easy part.