"Are you down on one knee?"
"Just a minute....now I am. Will you marry me?"
Our 'engagement' only lasted six weeks.
My next one was in the most inappropriate place. He blurted it out, and looked surprised.
"Wow....I've NEVER asked a woman to marry me on the 1st date!"
"Why don't we get to know each other a few more months, and then you can ask me again?"
Two months later I learned he was a workaholic who also spent a little too much time with his mother. End of relationship....especially when he'd promised me he'd attend a friend's wedding. Nope; 'Mommy' had other plans for him that day.
My third one was in a romantic setting, but I was in a bad mood and I'm really surprised he went through with it! I knew we were going to Union Station, so I'd planned to dress casually. He arrived in good clothing; I dashed back upstairs to put something more dressy on.
We had a good time over dinner, then decided to take a carriage ride. We went outside, and it had started to rain. I objected to the three-block walk; neither of us had an umbrella nor a jacket. He convinced me it would be okay, but the rain intensified as we walked, and I kept pleading with him to return to Union Station. We arrived at the carriages, and our driver asked where we wanted to go. I said 'Around the Monument', thinking it was a short ride and maybe we could convince him to drop us back at U.S. But my date said 'Around the canal'. I argued with him, but then settled back and pulled the blanket to my shoulders, trying to dry off.
I was also sulking; my hair was dripping wet; my teeth were chattering; and I wasn't getting my way at all. And suddenly he went down on one knee, asked me to marry him, and pulled out a box with a ring. I was stunned....all I could think was, 'I've been such a bitch tonight, and you want to marry me?'
I did finally shake my head and he slid the ring on my finger. Then I noticed we were heading toward the Monument; my first actual words weren't to my man, but to a stranger standing on the sidewalk.
"Look what he just gave me!" I started crying as I stuck my left hand out of the carriage. Then I turned back to my man, who said,"You still haven't answered me!"
I squeaked out a 'yes' and he gathered me in his arms.
And after the ride, our driver congratulated us and the rain had even slowed as we made our way back to the underground garage where he'd parked his truck.
Unfortunately, that engagement only lasted six months.
And my current spouse's proposal was the most unromantic one anyone could ever experience. I'd picked out my ring, then handed it to him.
"Will you marry me?" (He said)
"I guess so." (Why else would we go looking for rings? And I just could NOT, in good conscience, allow him to spend his entire tax check on a ring for me, when neither of us had a job at the moment.)
He slid it on my finger and we'll be married 21 years this May.
My heroines haven't fared much better in the proposals: Amber and Marc's occurred 'off stage', but they have a nice engagement 'celebration':)
Angie and Steve, and Emma and Brad's are also 'off stage'.
Dustin does ask Courtney to marry him, in a stumbling manner;
Kevin proposes to Tammy over a candlelight dinner, but she turns him down and runs into the Ladies' room.
Let's hope I do better with my future heroines?