prewife dot com. You proposed. She said yes…|NOW WHAT?

I was talking with a friend the other day who has received THE ultimatum from his girlfriend. She has decreed over text message the seventh inning stretch, that he has three to six months in which to shit propose or get off the pot she’ll move out of their current living situation.

Apparently, her sentiments were exacerbated by my own proposal to the PreWife. It is one thing to tell friends over the phone or via email that you got engaged and then enjoy the thanks from her father and praise from them for your happy occasion. It is quite another thing entirely to meet up with your paired off friends and find that after the women are done oogling the .005 carat huge rock on your PreWife’s finger, they tend to look at their own Men and make a determination that either it is time to move on and get engaged or it is time to move out. Ouch!

So, what’s a guy to do? Read the rest of this entry »

You saved for a month or two thinking it would be enough. You went to all the estate sales and “discount” antique shops possible in hopes of finding that perfect retro ring for her (and affordable for you). Eventually, like all of us, you abandoned all hope of finding a reasonably priced ring that would impress her and make her want to keep your sorry ass around, if only until the sex gets more boring. So you whipped out your Credit card, maxed it out at Target and bought your little phillie that nice .00245 carat ring. Way to go champ.

Eventually, after much planning and drinking the moment arrives and you got down on one knee, or came on a white horse (dude, really? A Horse?) or put it in her drink or sandwich (also a bad move) or any of a thousand permutations of how this thing called “Proposing” happens. If yours went anywhere like mine, well I feel bad for you. There is nothing Read the rest of this entry »

So, you may be scratching your head asking yourself, “UUmmmm, what just happened?” Don’t panic. What happened is nothing different then when you were in college, or even high school. First there were your good intentions to make her an honest (no, really) woman. Then there was some alcohol. After a few drinks, there was too much alcohol. Then there was that blackout for 5 hours until you woke up the next morning and the women in the bed next to you was crying, but not because of anything bad you did the night before (for once).
Ok, now you can panic. It turns out you proposed to your sweetie of _____ years, months, days (or If you are in Vegas) hours. That tender smile on her face and that 2 carat rock weighing down her finger are all the signs you need to know that life as you know it is about to change forever. That’s what PREWIFE.com is all about. How to get ready for her both of your big day. If you feel you need a break from all the freedom that is vaporizing in front of your eyes, head on over to our other site MANCAVESITE.COM and feel the warm breeze of testosterone.