H and I were on vacation with his family in Gatlinburg, TN (where we had developed crushes on each other during a college trip 2 years prior). He asked me if I wanted to go on a date with just the 2 of us on our last night there. I was thrilled to just get out of the cabin because, well, too much family time.
Side note: for Valentine’s Day that year, I had made H a book of “coupons” for stuff like making him a batch of cookies, cleaning his room, etc. and I left the last one blank for him to fill out.
He said he wanted to go to the Space Needle downtown to watch the sunset then go to dinner afterwards. When we got to the Space Needle, we were the only people up there for 20 minutes or so. I heard some people get off the elevator, and said, “Look, there’s other people here now.” H immediately kind of freaked out and turned my head towards him. He said, “Remember this?” and handed me a notecard. It was the coupon. It said “Will you marry me?” I looked up, and he was on one knee with the ring.
The reason for his freak out when some people got off the elevator is that it was his parents; they had come up and taken pictures of the whole thing. He didn’t want me to see them.
We had fun telling the rest of his family when we got back that night. H’s aunt is a nurse, so he called her when we were on our way back and said that I had tripped on some stairs and hurt my wrist. When we got out of the car, I was holding my arm; H’s aunt came over to get a closer look, and I revealed the ring.