My proposal was a mess. My wife always told me while we were dating she didn't want anything in public or in front of friends or family. Which really put a lot of pressure on me because I was like, where and how should I do this then? I wanted to do it when she least expected it, so I asked her on a Sunday if she wanted to get dinner at some point during the week and we planned on a Thursday night. We went to a place called Little Italy, which is basically a strip in Cleveland that is filled with like, 10 Italian restaurants. It's a very popular area. It's where we had our first dinner together as a couple years before. (Side note, my wife and I had our first child before we got engaged - so part of my plan was - I took a picture of my 1-year-old son holding a sign that said 'mommy, will you marry daddy' had it printed out and then stuck it in a 'Congratulations on your Engagement' card) So my plan was to go to dinner and walk the strip and propose on the strip after dinner by handing her the card. However, on the drive there, I straight up became like processed and couldn't talk or stop shaking or stop thinking about it and felt really weird and I kept thinking to myself, there's no way I can go through dinner like this. So, as soon as we parked the car, I just handed her the card, while still in the car. Once she open it, I pulled out the ring. No down on one knee or anything, just inside of a car in a bummy parking lot. *sigh*
someone proposed at a restaurant I was eating at and I had no clue if I was supposed to say something thankfully the group of women at another table congratulated them
I think the ones I all witnessed the guy was too understandably nervous and it made it all hesitant and take too long and like super awkward
I was gonna make a joke about dan being like Michael Scott and reading from Webster’s dictionary welding instead of wedding but then I remembered dan can’t read.