My Dad was a simple man. He proposed to my Mom in the ally/parking lot behind the movie theater.
Fast forward 40 years and dobber bro takes his girlfriend to our hometown and they go out to eat at the nice restaurant in town. Afterwards, they go for a drive down main street. He pulls into the ally behind the movie theater and says this: "40 years ago this month, a man sat in this very ally and told a woman simply that he loved her and he wanted to marry her. That man and woman were my father and mother. I am here tonight to do the same thing. Will you marry me?"
(I am sure it was worded better than that, but you get the idea.)
I got takeout from the Chinese place where we went for our first date. I put the ring, in it's box, in a small brown paper bag like it was part of the food. She started taking the food out of the bag and blamo! [insert killer speech] Will you marry me?!!!
What I am trying to say is, dobber family dudes don't waste money on proposals.
