tommyrot, will he be stomping on a very small house?

Yeah, I think he'd have to be.

But it'd be kind of hard for him to do it during the proposal. I'm not sure if he should stomp on the tiny house before or after the proposal....

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.

My aunt famously laughed at my uncle and said no when he proposed, because she thought he was kidding.

Then he pulled out the ring.

She changed her answer.

I tend to scoff at romance, but I think deep down I would probably want a little bit of romance (which does not probably equal big public scoreboard nonsense--I'm talking like, formal proposal-y words and champagne type stuff, as opposed to rolling over in bed and saying "so, wanna get hitched?"). Though I suppose I'd probably be just as likely to be the one suggesting it. And I can't really see me making a big production out of it. Though I could see suggesting it in a nice moment that was already happening (like if we were on a nice vacation somewhere or something, as opposed to setting up a whole dinner for the purpose of, if that makes sense) (ah, the problem of equality...)

I've sort of been ruined by Laurie's proposal to Amy in Little Women.

Damn you, Louisa May Alcott!

Now I've got the sniffles, thinking about Laurie's proposal. "I wish we could always pull the same boat together. Will you, Amy?" "Yes, Laurie." Awww!!

(And isn't it pathetic that I can quote that from memory?)

Ooof, that one kills me, too, Steph.

I've decided to grill some sea scallops with butter & garlic, and some sweet corn with butter & brown sugar for dinner.

The DH proposed by apologizing. He said "I have something to say to you which is really not romantic. I have been thinking and I realized I want to be married to you, but I just don't want a wedding. I'm sorry." THIS from a guy who writes for a living. Doofus. My response was first to say "Wait, you want to get married?" and then to plonk myself onto his lap and tell him it was a lovely idea and I already had one wedding and didn't need another.

THIS from a guy who writes for a living. Doofus.

He kinda buried the lede there, huh?

Don't brag.

Heh-- it was a perfect sort of proposal-- family dinner for Lewis' dad's birthday. His dad has a history of giving people gifts for his birthday, so he was going to hand me the ring. However, my psycho sister-in-law to be (married to Lewis' brother) decided right then was the perfect time to have a meltdown, telling everyone that I'd been pressuring her about information about her marriage to L's brother and snooping through their private photo albums at dinner the evening before. (Um, she babbles inappropriately and pulled out the photo albums showing me pictures of her giving birth-- trust me, I never wanted to see her hoochie that up close and in that state).

ETA: I should note that they eloped for all the classic southern girl reasons, so they never had the family approved proposal and big wedding. She also created Big Drama at my wedding as well, by showing up in a white lace dress.

So there was Big Drama and I ran off to the bathroom and Lewis followed and said, "Well, hell, I should've just proposed here in the first place."

So he did. Nice, private proposal while my sister-in-law continued wailing like a banshee downstairs.

Good times.

DH, all of 20 years old, bent down on one knee and popped the question in my dorm room with a tiny ring and everything, to my complete surprise.

I stuttered "yes."

Considerably more romantic than how we hooked up drunk at a house party the year before. We call it the one night stand that has lasted forever.