Jen: Ladies, gather your (red) petticoats and get ready to Leap!

In case you hadn’t noticed, 2012 is a leap year or, to be fancy about it, an intercalary or bissextile year. And gentlemen, you know what that means, don’t you? It means that scattered across the world today there are women who are eagerly taking matters of a matrimonial nature into their own feminine hands.

So, mister, how about it?

In fact, to put a figure on it, recent research by PopCap has discovered that traditional values are gradually being thrown out of the window and as proof, 10% of women in the UK are planning to take the plunge and pop the question on Leap Day – that’s today – this year.

And it seems that the men aren’t complaining. According to the research, nearly 36% admitted they would like to be asked as it takes the proposal pressure off them. In fact, over a quarter of men said the traditional route up the aisle is outdated – though us women seem less convinced with only 13% in agreement.

Hold on, I’m confused.
For those in need of a little lesson in folklore, traditionally, Leap Day (29th February) is the one day that comes along every four years when a woman can turn the tables and ask for her partner’s hand in marriage.

The folks in the know reckon the tradition started in Ireland in the 12th century where it was seen as a way of balancing the traditional roles of men and women.

According to this tradition, if a woman’s proposal was rejected, the man had to buy her 12 pairs of gloves to hide her hand from the embarrassment of not wearing an engagement ring. Supposedly, a 1288 law by Queen Margaret of Scotland – at the grand old age of just five at the time – required that fines be levied if a marriage proposal was refused by the man; compensation ranged from a kiss to £1 to a silk gown, in order to soften the blow.

Of course we don’t all buy into it. In Greece marriage in a leap year is considered to be particularly unlucky and let’s face it, they haven’t exactly had much in the way of good luck lately so my guess is that any sniff of a possible proposal today may is likely to keep Greek men firmly out of sight today.

So what does all this mean for the Beau Dacious ladies? Well, just for the craic (it is an Irish tradition after all) the thought did cross our minds to approach devilishly handsome strangers in inappropriate – or at least unexpected – locations today and say “How about it?”. As a Beau Dacious friend did point out, we’ve caught enough frogs the traditional route in the past so who’s to say standing on Waterloo Bridge accosting strangers might not yield better results? What do you reckon? Should we do it? Send us your comments.

Now, where can we find scarlet petticoats? Wouldn’t want to flaunt the early 18th century tradition that proclaimed a woman priming herself to deliver a proposal should wear just such an item – fair warning, if you will.

This post was written by Jen. Meet all the Beau Dacious ladies on our Beau Hunters page.


Andi: Puzzling…

I have maintained that I would consider all manner of diversity in my search for a match made in dating, pre-Mayan calendar collapse!!

The clock is still ticking.Recently I lost an hour and fifteen minutes of my life and I can’t get that time back! I’m sure that this will happen again whilst I’m on my quest to find my missing puzzle piece. I do acknowledge that I will seeing pieces that I think will fit but that as I turn them around and try placing them, it will be all too apparent that the incorrect piece has been chosen. And so it goes – you get the jist.

I have tried to be open-minded and approach all possible candidates without bias, or preconceived templates attached to any information I had gained from the preamble prior to the first meeting. And into this frame enters the 41 year old frenchman.

He had confessed to being nervous to meet up as he had not yet been on any dates since joining the dating website. This was normal I assured him, but reminded him that this was just about a man meeting a woman to see if there could be any chemistry between them. Simple.

He arrives late, stands alongside the table, unbeknown to me, without announcing himself and then stumbles badly over an attempt to decide who should buy the first round of drinks. I offer as it was clear he wasn’t in a rush to head to the bar. His choice of orange juice..without ice. Mine, a gigantic G&T!

The conversation didn’t flow well though I did find out that he was a security guard but had been a head chef. He then excused himself to go to the gents…for six whole minutes! Inconvenient nature call or worse…please NO!

Our chat then mostly covered what he didn’t like – in other words mostly everything happy, fun and positive! He even managed to mention, with a little delight, how he beat up an ex-colleague who swore in his company too much.

Time to exit bar pretty swiftly. I made my excuses and we walked to the tube entrance. In the best condescending manner I could summon, I congratulated him on his first outing and encouraged him wholeheartedly to venture out to meet more woman. I think I jogged a little in my haste to retreat to the train station.

Wrong puzzle piece? Not even close! But you have to try because otherwise you’ll never know. The clock is still ticking.

This post was written by Andi. Meet all the Beau Dacious ladies on our Beau Hunters page.

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