I wasn't proposed to at all (nor did I propose). We were talking, we decided we should get married, and then we considered ourselves engaged. I think it's safe to say that a big showy thing would've resulted in a very loud "FUCK, dude, do you even know me at all?!"

But oddly enough, those points are the same points as Barb is giving the Broadway dude -- it's not the big production, it's the fact that he knew it was the right approach for them.

I was proposed to in bed. Not like that , just going to sleep and chatting one night.

The idea of any sort of public proposal horrifies me.

A public proposal would get a public response of "No and hell no" from me.

It's one of those things that is easy to avoid, IME/O-- these stories come up often enough that an offhand remark should be sufficient.

I was proposed to in bed. Not like that

I was proposed to on the floor. Exactly like that.

Dude for me? The publicer the better! At this rate I want a fucking parade.

Actually, if someone does feel the need to really go all out he could hire one of those planes at the Jersey Shore that pull ads across the sky. I've thought they were awesome since I was about four. [link]

Man, I was so shocked when I found out that other places don't have advertising planes at their beaches!

I was proposed to first in a bar. I said, "Fuck off. You're drunk."

Then I was proposed to the next day on the plane home. I didn't believe him then, either.

Then, I was proposed to in our favorite restaurant a couple of months later and I said, "No." And then I laughed and said, "DUH!"

I do not like the public eye. In retrospect, the time my ex told a mariachi band it was my birthday was a sign that this marriage could not be saved.

When I propose, I think I'll have a giant animatronic T-rex do it for me. Luckily, T-rex has small enough hands to handle the ring....