Proposal at a Red Light.
Trina Haynes - Pittsburgh, PA
Twelve years ago, my future hubby asked me to dinner at my favorite carb filled restaurant. At the time neither of us were bogged down with a car and living in a the beach community of Ventura, CA. So we didn't really need one for around town. We rolled our ghetto bikes up to the dining location and proceeded to over-fill our guts with pasta and bread.
After hords of food and laughter we attempted to get back on our bikes, which is a task after a huge bowl of noodles and half a loaf of bread. And we rolled out of there and headed to his place, in no hurry.
At the first light we stopped at he started fumbling in his pocket. My first thought, "what the eff is he doing? We're at a light it's going to green and theres a big hill to bomb down." Cars in front and behind us. He pulled out a ring and asked for my hand in marriage.
In unison please, "aaaawwwww".