On Friday I was on the bus going from the university campus to the train station. Nothing really of interest happened until about four stops away from said train station where this man, who was standing, suddenly got down on one knee in front of the woman that he had been talking to. You pulled out one of those velvet ring boxes and opened it to reveal a ring. An engagement ring.
One might thing that it was the most unromantic place to propose to your girlfriend, but she seemed to not care so much about that as you were just there, on your knee, holdingout the ring and promising forever and happiness and till-death-do-us-part. Which is, all in all, a very cheery thought to have. You asked her to marry you and she had her hands covering her mouth in surprise and shock. Obviously that is one woman who didn't find the ring ahead of time underneath your pillow or she just didn't go around snooping. Which is commendable for her as well.
She looked so happoy as she had no words to express the way she was feeling at that very moment and she just nodded her head rapidly in a way of saying yes. When she finally did say something, she said 'yes!' and got up and hugged you before she held out her shaking hand towards you and you slipped on that gold and diamond engagement ring. Everyone clapped and you gave us all a sheepish kind of look and someone called out where the free booze was and everyone laughed.
Congratulations. When's the date?
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