The majik_6-n-ophelia783 story cracks me up!
So, my story. I started dating Hotdish our freshman year of college. The first year out of college was the first time I went to a wedding, it was a college friend of ours. When we returned to the hotel following the wedding, I took out a "reservation" on her; I told her that I would marry her someday, but since we were only 2 months out of college and trying to establish ourselves professionally, it wasn't time yet. Hotdish is also an engineer, and very logically-minded, so this made perfect sense to her. There was very good sex that evening.
Fast-forward two years. I've made the decision to propose (the ring purchase was held until later). She grew up 5 minutes from the Atlantic Ocean and has salt water in her veins. It is summertime, and we are visiting her folks and have a visit planned to her favorite beach (a state park). She was in a bad mood, had been fighting with her dad about something, everything that could screw up a proposal. Women tend to do that.
So, we are waist-deep in the Atlantic, holding each other. I decide to warm her up with a few "yes" questions; "Are you feeling better now?", that sort of thing. Then, "Will you marry me?".
Her immediate response: "Are you serious?" Gee, thanks. Then, seeing the look on my face, she said "Yes. God, yes. Oh God." And broke down crying.
We're happily coming up on 11 years of marriage now, and 18 years of being together.