It was a miracle she said yes and with the 2 weeks of Facebook and Instagram hand selfies all but over, it’s time to chat about the reality… ‘When are we getting married?!’
Your initial 5 year thoughts are firmly overturned with a mere raise of the eyebrow!! Moving in 6 monthly increments; if you’re lucky you agree between 2-3 years, or if not, the words ‘I don’t want a long engagement’ go down like a warm Guinness on match day, and it’s agreed; 18 months and counting!
Checking your bank account, you knew the repeated weekends of jaeger bombs and cheeky chilli’s at 3am would catch up with you at some point. The harsh reality hits.. You couldn’t buy your socks for the wedding let alone anything else!
You sit around a computer spread sheet and tentatively work out the cost of your wedding. Everything in multiples of thousands and you wonder why the hell you proposed in the first place!! Sweating like a nun in a cucumber factory, you don’t know whether to laugh or cry!
After 2-3 painful hours you finally agree your monthly saving rate and know that even that isn’t going to cut the mustard. You’ll need help… What are family for ay?!
With family contributions looming you spend your weekends confined to the house with a glass of water and a worm for sustenance (ok, maybe a bit too far!) But the reality is, you know that if your family are saving for YOUR wedding, you can’t be seen to spend money on takeaways, clothes or nights out on the town!
The lads torment you, and after the 10th time of saying no, you sneak to a house party like a covert ninja and get absolutely shit faced by 9pm!
Nursing a hangover the next day (without a Maccy D’s due to cost), you suddenly realise the true sacrifice made in the name of love. The days of freedom and lavish spending are over… you’re a husband now Harry!
The decision on location had been made, and there I was, removing any metal before walking through the airport detector. An engagement ring hidden deep inside my hand luggage and my heart beating like Ringo Starrs’ foot drum! Please don’t stop and search, please don’t stop and search…
‘This way please sir… is this your bag?’ Holding back the palpitations, I nodded as a gloved-up security woman started to unzip my bag. Toothbrush, moisturiser (yes, I moisturise, I’m a modern man!) aftershave and finally, the travel wallet… Oh sh*t! To my amazement she placed it to the side. Was I home and dry? The moment of elation quickly dwindled as she pulled my favourite eyebrow tweezers from a hidden pocket. ‘You can’t travel with these sir!’ TAKE THEM. TAKE THE WHOLE BAG, JUST LEAVE THE TRAVEL WALLET!
We were with friends; both were in on the big secret. My blissfully unaware fiancée-to-be was all set, G&T and snacks in hand – Vegas here we come! Nobody mention the ‘E’ word!
We spent a few days in LA before taking Interstate 15 and heading North through the desert. A number of pit-stops later and we were approaching the bright lights… The King was in touching distance. We turned downtown in search of our hotel as the sun was setting. What a place!
The night was here. New Year’s Eve. If you’re looking to splash the cash, you can spend upwards of $3K for a table in a swanky hotel and drink champers on tap. I wasn’t feeling that flash after blowing six months wages on ‘the rock’. We took to the street party, armed with our retro ‘2013’ plastic drinks containers filled with vodka (Natalie’s filled with extra lemonade to ensure she would actually make it to midnight), we hit ‘the strip’, ending up at the Bellagio Fountains at 11:45.
This was it. The moment of truth. The minute countdown to New Year had started. Our friends slowly retreated to ‘watch the fireworks’ as Natalie and I stood watching the fountain display. 10, 9, 8… As nervous as a turkey at Christmas, I took the ring from my pocket. 5, 4, 3… I started to bend my shaking knee (for a moment I considered tying my lace – jokes!) 1… Happy New Year! – As I took to one knee and opened the box. I remember Natalie looking at me for a split second with a bewildered face and then a squeal of a YES! – I had pulled it off!
Many kisses, selfies and phone calls home later, we were in a hotel lobby with Natalie and her ring (that was about four sizes too big!) She insisted on wearing it, so a bit of Blue Peter DIY and we had the ‘perfect’ ring. As pissed as a fart in a vacuum cleaner, she decided she wanted to ride the rodeo bull… only in Vegas?! Now I could relax, I sat at the bar enjoying a well-earned drink with one of my best-men to be while we watched the bucking bronco have his wicked way with our women!
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The thought hit me. I put it to the back of my mind! And again. REALLY? This can’t be right? Am i Ready? Is this the one? What if she says no..!?
As a 25 year old rugby lad, the thought of getting married was an all too distant thought through my early twenties. Then suddenly, from nowhere, the thought was ever prevalent in my mind.
Natalie and i had been together for 3 years with fun and good times forming the basis of our relationship. If i’m honest, I suppose i knew early on that she was the one, but the thought was pushed firmly to the back of my mind. I’m a lad, the weekend warrior, enjoying myself far too much to get married. Right?!
Before I knew it I was in the jewellers, massively out of the comfort zone!! I left with the bank account a lot lighter and a little black box. Could i really pull this off? How was i going to do it? What an idiot. I should have thought of this before!
In my haste I was now in struggle street and in need of THE BEST proposal idea ever!
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The thought makes you shake like a squatting dog! How am I going to pull this one off? More to the point, What’s he going to say?
You dwell over the perfect moment, but in reality, it never comes. The other half pops out and you know it’s at least a half hour hair appointment of shopping trip. This is your chance! You tell yourself ‘You’re the Daddy’ and this is going to be a breeze, but in reality you stumble at least 10 times on ‘The Green Mile’ march!
The 11th time and you’re too far gone to turn back. You have to say something. You consider making small talk but you’re here now and this is YOUR MOMENT! You stammer slightly as you say something like, ‘I was hoping we could have a chat.’ – This outlaw knows the crack! They smirk under their cold exterior.
Again you stumble trying to find the right words, and eventually, somehow end up in a big future son- in-law man hug! Back slapping and handshakes consume the situation and a celebratory pint is suggested.
Now you’ve asked the main man, sh*t just got real! The mother-in-law to be needs to keep the inevitable secret while you begin the psych-up session for the biggest moment of your life – No pressure!
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Grooms, Ushers, Bestmen and anyone else that will listen… I’d like to introduce myself and explain to you what Groom to Groom is, and how it came about.
I’m Greg from South Wales, 5ft11, dark hair, green eyes and struggling with strawberry facial hair (awkwardness over).
Now thats out the way, let me start with where the idea of Groom to Groom began. In 2014 I married Natalie, a graphic designer and overly zealous Pinterester. Like many guys I was really struggling to get excited about the wedding planning. Whilst my fiancée was trawling the internet on a daily basis and planning for what seemed like twenty weddings, the only thing I had to look forward to was a new pair of shoes and a tie i’d never wear again. I do joke, but in reality, I found there wasn’t anything out there tailored to men getting married, and very little to get me anywhere near as excited as my wife to be.
Now I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy my wedding, in fact, I absolutely loved it. And I did manage to find a great suit, awesome cars and had an amazing Stag Do – But I did have to work pretty hard to find it all. What if there was a place us grooms could visit, with the inspiration we need all in one place…
So post wedding, I set about thinking up the Groom to Groom idea. My wife and I discussed it over a few beers and I bought a domain name. And, drum roll… That’s where it all ground to a halt! Work, baby, two house moves and renovation later, the idea dwindled into the abyss (a bit like my bank account leading up to our wedding day!).
Then, during a catch up with a mate (who happens to be a best man at his friend’s wedding), I mentioned the idea. Many flat whites later, ‘The home of Groomspiration’ was alive.
So how does it work? We’ll share inspiration of the latest trends and artisan makers in the wedding industry all focused on the Groom. From the suit to the stag and anything in between. We’d love to work with bijou companies to showcase what there is out there for guys and, how easy it is to find these places if you know where to look.
But ultimately, allow guys a place to interact, share ideas and to enjoy the wedding process as much as their better halves, because if we’re honest, this is probably the most amount of money we’ll ever spend on one day in our whole lives!