He didn't propose to me. I wasn't even sure if we were ever engaged, really. We just sort of came to a consensus that we are getting married, vaguely "in about a year's time for that would be a suitable time". About the same way doctors and patients discuss treatment plans:
There was no sky-writing, heart shape balloons or candles, fireworks, riding in on a white horse or 999 roses. Not even the typical feat of man getting on one knee asking "Will you marry me?". The only thing I recall was that we had a great meal in a mall in a third world country. We were walking around window-shopping when I suggested "Let's look at rings here, they might be cheaper. We could buy one, you know, get it over and done with."
Now which little girl still dreams about marrying a doctor? =P
