Reports say the stars got engaged on Christmas Day while vacationing in Hawaii
The sexy stars got engaged on Christmas Day while vacationing in Hawaii, according to multiple reports. Reps for Vergara and Manganiello have not yet commented.
The Magic Mike hunk proposed almost six months after they started dating, popping the question with a gorgeous diamond ring seen in photos of them relaxing by the pool, the New York Post‘s Page Six reports.
Vergara, 42, posted a sweet message to Instagram on Sunday to celebrate Manganiello turning 38 during their island getaway.
“Happy happy bday to my love and best friend,” she captioned a cozy photo of the couple, “to the one that makes me laugh like crazy! have a wonderful year babe!!!”
As for Manganiello, he’d had a crush on the Modern Family actress since they met at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner in May – when she was on the arm of ex-fiancé Nick Loeb.
That month, they became an item, and their romance has been heating up ever since.
This will be the first marriage for Manganiello and second for Vergara, who has a 22-year-old son, Manolo.
E! News was the first to report the engagement.
Let's just say that if you have major doubts about being engaged, you probably shouldn't be
My life with David* was a surprise. I had returned from a six-month stint in Osaka, Japan, to my small-town family home just out of Sydney, Australia. All my energy was focused on how I would get back to Japan — my life was there; all I had to do was graduate. When David offered to buy me a drink one night, I told him “My conversation is free — I’ll buy my own drinks.” He liked that. Independence had always been my jam, even in relationships.
We started dating and I went from playing it cool to love sick in four days flat. Wanting to hear from him all the time, to know he was interested, that I was valued. From someone who didn’t care about marriage to thinking constantly about my imaginary future children and what I would cook for my man that night.
I quietly shelved my dreams of returning to Osaka for the white picket fence. All this time I was waiting, hinting, wondering when he would pop the question.
We were in my late grandfathers’ home one night when David told me to close my eyes and he led me to the lounge. I could see the warmth of candles glowing behind my shut eyelids and all of a sudden, I was filled with a mix of “YES! It’s happening!” and a gut feeling that said “I don’t want this.”
Opening my eyes to the man I loved on one knee, ring in hand, I knew that the only answer was “yes.” I couldn’t afford to lose my dream life with my dream man, but I was utterly bewildered by this nagging feeling and worse, it wouldn’t go away.
Let’s just say that if you have major doubts about being engaged, you probably shouldn’t be. I’m not talking about your standard nervousness; I mean debilitating, undermining doubt.
My ideas about marriage made me beyond uncomfortable. I was outright scared. From the price-per-head to musing over what makes a “good wife,” I was afraid. Without ever planning to, I set about sabotaging the whole thing, the very thing I had wanted…and one day, didn’t want any more.
I realized that my whole world was based on him. I had put aside my plans for myself to force myself into an identity I didn’t fit, all in the hope of impressing him enough to stay. Sure, he stayed, but I was directionless and depressed, jumping from one shaky job to another and running myself into the ground trying to make a meaningful life. He wanted a support person, I wanted to blaze trails. I didn’t know how to reconcile my values with who I had become. Slowly, I began to resent him for it.
One day, David told me “This should be enough for you.” It wasn’t, and I utterly despised the arrogance that dripped from that comment — that a good man should be enough for a woman.
The last straw came when I asked him to visit Osaka for a week with me. I was meeting up with my best girl. She lived halfway across the world from me, and she needed to get out of Missouri after a string of bad luck. My soul was exhausted, and this girl was my conduit to the me I had lost. At that moment, nothing was more important to me. He wouldn’t come, but he was vicious when I suggested I go alone. My blood boiled. I went anyway.
I called off the engagement before the relationship ended. I took my fears to mean that it wasn’t the right time yet. He put on a brave face and said that was okay. But, dear reader, pro tip: If you end your engagement, you will hurt the other person. Even if you love them. Even if you still think you’ll marry them one day. While you’re saying “I’m not ready for this,” they may hear “I’m not ready for you,” and, wait for it, they may leave.
I spent a long time trying to reconcile my thirst for freedom and adventure with the image of domesticity that marriage presented me. I began to seriously wish I was “free.”
Then it ended, he moved out, and I was. I didn’t know what to do with all that space. I was lonely and doubly afraid. That’s what happens when you wrap your self-worth up in someone else and then they’re not there. I knew I had to set about recovering, so here’s what I did.
- I cried. I cried at home. I cried at work. I cried on the treadmill. I had so many feelings.
- I banned love songs and negative self-talk. I was so frequently bubbling with rejection and rage and unspoken hurt, I didn’t need to wield those two oh-so popular weapons.
- I lived day to day. I couldn’t cope with this “no plans” business without someone to fill the space (he was my plan), so I just disengaged and took each day as it came. Until I saw cheap flights and then I made plans…
- …and caught planes. Lots of them. It was lonely and beautiful and I could then cry in planes, too.
- I rebounded. The first post-breakup kiss made my stomach flip. I thought I was going to be sick. Next tip: If your body says it’s wrong, listen up!
- I travelled more. I walked more. I cried less.
- I made new friendships and re-learned that I wasn’t totally wretched and unlovable. I was just hurt.
There were setbacks — phone calls that I sincerely regret making — made in part to get him back, in part to punish him for leaving me. If he was going to break my heart I wasn’t going to make it comfortable for him. Still, I wouldn’t hear other people speak badly of him and publicly I kept a straight face, the whole while trying to grasp onto some idea of what on earth I had done. Last tip: Don’t make that call, you’ll regret it. Even if you think they deserve it, it’s self-deprecating and will do nothing good for your morale.
My recovery meant a million references to the “stages of grieving” and I realized that they really don’t work in a linear way. You’ll think you’re all healed up and then you’re a total mess again. Grief and rejection are vicious jerks and they will wear you out. And occasionally they are more powerful than memory, fact and rationality.
“One day it will be okay” was my mantra. And one day it was okay.
The biggest thing I learned in this roller coaster is the value of listening to myself, knowing what is right for me and the importance of having the courage to act on that intuition. To grow my personal capital before I bank on someone else. And to honour that voice that says “Something’s wrong.” It’s better to listen up than to find yourself Googling “trapped and unhappy” in ten years.
It was close… and weddings still make me that little bit uncomfortable.
*Not actually called David, obviously.
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The theater director and actress looks like a catch
Benedict Cumberbatch announced that he was engaged to a woman named Sophie Hunter in the Times of London this morning. The Sherlock actor had never even confirmed he was seeing anyone, so who is this mystery woman?
Hunter is a graduate from Oxford and best known in the theater world for directing plays and operas. She’s also had a few small film roles, including 2009’s Burlesque Fairytales, where she met Cumberbatch himself. Take a look at the woman who tied down England’s most popular bachelor.
Key takeaway: if you want them to say yes, choose a romantic setting
If you’re thinking of proposing to someone soon, then you’re presumably hoping they will say yes. Or, better, yet, “Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” or some other dramatic thing. If that’s the case, a recent study conducted by VoucherCloud about why people choose to reject proposals might be of use to you.
The company surveyed 2,144 American residents, both male and female, who were 21 years or older and had previously rejected a proposal, Bustle reports. The participants didn’t have to choose one specific reason — instead, they were asked for all the factors that contributed to their rejection. These were the five most reasons:
- Unromantic proposal setting: 67 percent
- Poor ring choice: 53 percent
- Bad wording of the proposal: 51 percent
- Lack of trust in the relationship: 39 percent
- Scared of the commitment: 36 percent
These results may seem a bit surprising. The reasons seem fairly: poor ring choice? Lame location? “As much as it seems silly to turn down the big question because the cost isn’t high enough, it’s important to remember that getting engaged is a huge moment in your life,”VoucherCloud’s Matthew Wood told Bustle. “It’s an investment and should be treated as such.” Of course, he added that there “are ways to make a person feel special during a proposal without going bankrupt.”
So, take all of this with a grain of salt, of course, but it couldn’t hurt to pick an extra romantic proposal location. Just in case.
Sure, the S.C. senator wrote a 2300-plus-word breakup post on Facebook that reads like a romance novel--but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be allowed to see his kids
Being a hideously tone-deaf oversharer and terrible husband does not necessarily make you a bad father. An embarrassing one, yes, but not a let’s-keep-him-away-from-the-kids one. I’m speaking, of course, of South Carolina Senator Mark Sanford and his latest Facebook rant.
There are so many things wrong with the way the Senator runs his personal affairs. First and foremost, he too often seems lose sight of the “personal” part of that phrase. He justified his 2300-plus-word Facebook post of Sept. 12 by saying he believes he owes the taxpayers of South Carolina an explanation: “In as much as you sign my paycheck and you have elected me to represent you in Washington, I think I owe you my thinking on this personal, but now public matter.”
This feels a little like a butcher forcing his or her customers to watch him make the sausages, because later they’re going to buy them and eat them. No, really, sir: we’re fine.
The “sausage,” in this case, is that Sanford and his wife, Jenny, with whom he split after falling in love with an Argentinian women, Maria Belén Chapur, are fighting over how much access he has to their four sons. Attorneys are involved, and while Sanford proclaims a huge aversion to the legal profession, he’s decided to lawyer up. (Jenny’s side claims he always had a lawyer.) All of this, one would think, might merit a crisply worded 250 word press release, noting that the Senator, having tried all avenues to reach an amicable settlement with his former wife, has retained legal counsel and blah blah blah et cetera. Nothing to see here; move along.
But no. The public has to endure another in a series of Heartfelt Sanford Outpourings, which–for those who haven’t been following along–so far include the one about how he was not on the Appalachian Trail but with a woman (June 24, 2009), and how Maria Belén, the woman he was with not-on-the-Appalachian-Trail, was his soulmate and how theirs was “a forbidden, tragic love story,” (July 1, 2009).
These communications always seems to come from the Harlequin playbook, full of emotional pleas and heartsore teeth gnashing. “No relationship can stand forever this tension of being forced to pick between the one you love and your own son or daughter,” writes the former Love Guv in his latest post on Facebook.
The one difference is that Harlequin novels are blessedly brief. As one wit noted, Sanford’s post contains more words than the Senator has uttered in Congress this year. It’s a small mercy that there is no accompanying video to go with this announcement, as that’s where Senator Soulmate really seems to let his emotions get the better of him.
It’s clear, though, that this post too was written in the heat of the moment and without much forethought. One sentence uses the word “way ” four times. Other phrases in his Facebook tome, with their references to faith, smack of that kid in a church youth group who always used prayer requests as an excuse to gossip about other kids in the youth group who weren’t in the room.
Still other pieces of this confessional quilt have enough lashings of self-pity to make Uriah Heep throw up a little in his mouth. “It seems that history well documents that those who work to avoid conflict at all costs wind up being those destined in many instances to find much conflict,” writes Sanford. Quick, alert the Nobel Committee: Mark Sanford, Peacemaker at a Price.
What transpires is this: Sanford and his wife continue to tussle, legally, over how often he gets to see his sons. He’s accusing her of playing dirty pool–all pretty standard high-conflict divorce shenanigans–and it is stressing him out, people. As a result of this, he’s calling off his engagement to his Argentinian soulmate, whom he has “always loved.” (Not quite enough to let her know in advance of the announcement, though, reports say.)
But while Sanford may be about the most ridiculously inept and cheesy cheating ex of all time, none of it should disqualify him from being able to see his four sons. He says, somewhere in there among all the crazy, that he didn’t get to see one of them for 17 weeks. It’s hard to tell if that’s just the anguish speaking or if it’s true and it’s generally a fool’s errand to try and second guess the family courts. Maybe there are extenuating circumstances. But if true, that’s too long. There’s already enough fatherlessness in the land.
Custody battles can be ugly messy businesses and can end up in disaster and tragedy. Posting a public tear on a well-visited social media site about a mean ex-wife is clearly bad for the kids (and avert-your-eyes embarrassing for everyone else), but it does not disqualify someone from being a dad. One definite upside of regular contact with one’s offspring is that they’re not afraid to opine on how irrevocably lame attempts at social media are. Now that is advice which Sanford desperately needs to hear right now. And which we, the public, need him to hear.
Ex-Beatle resumed his tour on July 5 in Albany+ READ ARTICLE
Paul McCartney resumed his tour in Albany on July 5 after a seven-week sick leave and, for at least one couple in the audience, the concert was a life-changing experience.
During the performance’s second encore, McCartney spotted a pair of signs — held by John Dann and Claudia Rodgers — that read “I’ve got the ring and I’m 64″ and “He won’t marry me ’til he meets you.” So the former Beatle invited the couple on stage and gave Dann control of the microphone. After singing a few lines from the Beatles song “When I’m Sixty-Four,” Dann got down on one knee and said, “Sweetheart, will you marry me?”
After Rodgers said “yes,” the newly engaged couple was rewarded with cheers from the audience and congratulations from McCartney.
The couple, who met on Match.com, has been together for about eight years. When asked about wedding plans, Rodgers, 60, told the Democrat & Chronicle: “We are still basking in meeting Paul but are certainly planning on a long lifetime together.”
A fiery proposal indeed+ READ ARTICLE
Video of a Houston firefighter faking a house fire so he could propose to his girlfriend, a police officer, is heating up the web.
Around the 5-minute mark of the clip, Bruno Mars’s “Marry You” starts to play as smoke seeps out of the garage door of the house, and fireman Jesse Gonzalez emerges. He walks down the driveway towards his girlfriend, Olga Peck, who works for the Houston Police Department. Then he dropped to one knee and popped the question. She said yes.
A Houston Fire Department spokesperson told ABC News that firefighters were still on duty the whole time, listening to their radios and ready to head to the nearest fire at a moment’s notice.
She made sandwiches to prove she was "wife material"
Last year’s foodie fairy tale finally has a happy ending. The woman who blogged about making 300 sandwiches so her boyfriend would propose got a ring on her finger with 43 sandwiches to spare.
On Tuesday, New York Post reporter Smith wrote that her boyfriend Eric Schulte proposed to her in Barbados after only 257 sandwiches. “Words cannot express how extraordinarily happy I am. Not because I have a engagement ring, but because I’m going to spend the rest of my life having ridiculously amazing adventures with my soul mate,” she wrote. “My mouth hurts from smiling.”
His mouth hurts from eating all those sandwiches.
Smith sparked Internet outrage last year after penning an article about how her blonde boy-toy woke her up with sweet declarations like “You’ve been up for 15 minutes and you haven’t made me a sandwich?” She then decided to make him 300 sandwiches to prove to him that she is “wife material.” Guess he finally got the message.
What a catch.
The two-time "Sexiest Man Alive" winner is reportedly off the market.+ READ ARTICLE
Hundreds of thousands of people are about to have their romantic fantasies dashed: actor George Clooney is reportedly engaged to human rights lawyer Amal Alamuddin.
Alamuddin was spotted Thursday with an enormous ring on her left ring finger, which sparked rumors of the engagement, People reports.
Clooney and Alamuddin have yet to confirm the news, but if it’s true, the union would be Clooney’s second. Clooney married actress Talia Balsam in 1989; the pair were divorced in 1993.