Maz Compton: "I got engaged last weekend, but it was almost a complete disaster."

I got engaged on the weekend. No, we haven’t set a wedding date.

I didn’t know it was happening until I had a hunch at about 9:32am. I was more overcome with joy than shock — it was a moment we had talked about, it was a promise he had already made, so I wasn’t surprised. I have known for a long time that I want to do life with this incredible creature; we just make each other make sense. So I’m thrilled that my person found me and is keeping me.

My love for him has been deep and raw from the day we met but I now have a stronger foundation on which to explore this life, knowing we have a beautiful future to build together. I feel safe and our relationship feels untouchable.

Maz (right) and her fiance (second from right) on the big day! Image supplied.

He asked me a while ago if he were to buy me a ring what would I like. I asked if the ring came with a question; if it did, then I wanted a rose gold ring that he would want me to wear everyday. That was the brief. That conversation was at the beginning of the year.

So how did he do it? It was the way we do life, really: a comedy of errors that somehow make for a perfect moment. Here is the timeline of my morning versus my fiance’s morning.

Maz’s morning.

5am: Alarm goes off, get ready and head into the radio station, it’s rainy, no big deal

7am: I’m on air for The Dan and Maz Show, usual hilarity and LOLs

9am: Off-air, grab a coffee.

9:10am: Listen to Sam Smith as I head to the Balmoral Boat House for brunch with some friends, one of whom is a bestie staying with us from Brisbane for the weekend

9:30am: Arrive at The Boat House, can’t find my friends, sigh a little bit, double check the address in my calendar, roll my eyes.

9:32am: Call my now-fiancé to ask where he is.

9:45am: He rocks up and says, ‘Hello darling. Come this way, please.’

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His morning:

5am: Maz’s alarm goes off, Maz goes to work, proposal plan A commences. It’s rainy and that may ruin everything.

7am: Call picnic and Stand Up Paddleboard Company to confirm everything will be laid out on Store Beach, Manly by 11am, when our friend's boat will arrive and drop off the happy couple for the proposal. No answer.

8am: Call again. No answer. Have breakfast with bestie from Brisbane and head to Manly to meet the friends who have the boat that will take Maz to the private beach where the picnic and stand-up paddle boards will be set up ready for the proposal.


9am: Arrive at the Boat House. Picnic Company calls back and cancels the picnic and stand-up paddle boards due to the bad weather forecast.


9:10am: Rustle up a fruit platter and Plan B picnic from a mate who coincidentally is managing the Boat House now, quite serendipitous. Picnic crisis averted.

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9:20am: Get a tender over to the boat with the friends to start the boat to drive back to collect an unsuspecting Maz from the wharf. Boat does not start.

9:32am: Boat has still not started. Phone rings.

"Hey babe."

"Hey darling - am I in the right spot? Where is everyone?"

"You just wait there, I’ll come and find you, don’t stress."

"I’m not stressed."

9:33am: Gets back on the tender boat to collect Maz, leave the friends on the non-working boat. PANIC A BIT MORE. Engage Plan C. He asks the driver, "You’ve tendered me here, can you tender me to Store Beach so I can propose to my girlfriend?"

And the driver's response was the best: "Sure, why not!"

9:43am: He arrives back on shore

9:45am: Finds Maz and says, "Hello darling. Come this way, please."

We walked through the Boat House and straight onto a boat where I meet Henry, the driver, who had saved the day — and I at this point have no idea. There was no sign of our friends yet, but by this stage I knew this would be the day my perfect person asked me a very specific question.


As Henry drove us over to the other side of the harbour, my soon-to-be fiancé pointed out our friends on another boat waving madly.

"What are they doing over there?" I asked, as I stood up and waved with what would have been such a confused look on my face, hair blowing everywhere, like Beyonce on stage.

"Oh, they’re just stranded, but don’t worry about them," he replied.

And I didn’t worry, and I didn’t ask any questions. I wanted this day to play out how it was going to because at the core of it all, it was just me and him (and Henry, but he dropped us off eventually).

We made it across to a private beach where we disembarked, thongs off, feet into the water. As we stepped onto the sand, I noticed there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I knew then that the day's forecast was actually 'Engaged with a Chance of Nuptials.'

An elaborate fruit plate, a round towel, some sweet treats, and my heart's puzzle piece. This is the stuff movies are made of. I asked if we were brunching and he said, "Actually, why don’t you come and stand here?"

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Face-to-face, with the sun shining over our sweet little souls, he held my hands and looked into my eyes. This man I didn’t believe could possibly exist for so long, a man I have cried for, prayed for, hoped for, dreamed about and cherished since the moment we met.

He shared with me some beautiful truths about us, and finally he said, "I’ve already asked God for you so now it’s time I asked you for you. Will you marry me?"

Sometimes I think he is too magical to be mine, but then I have to remember he is my mirror. I said yes a thousand times and yes to each day forever with him. It’s the easiest decision I’ve ever made.


Once we had stopped staring at each other with smiles so big our faces were almost swallowed up by them, we sat down for some brunch.

"Babe, this is the most magical moment, can we just keep it to ourselves? I just want to have a little secret with you before we tell the world about our future," I said.

His response came quickly: "Well, darling, you’re the last person to find out I was asking you to marry me today."

I knew our friends who were stranded on the boat would have known, and after he filled me in on the picnic debacle, our savior fruit platter, the boat blowout and Henry the god-send, he then told me two my favourite people were driving up from Melbourne to surprise me and that we were meeting our closest friends for a low key, spontaneous engagement celebration.

We had a swim and enjoyed our island paradise for an hour before we were whisked back to shore by Henry, who had rescued our friends aboard the return trip while we got engaged.

Then, of course, we posted it to Instagram.

Well just this happened. #totesofficial #gonnabeamrs

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