There’s one proposal story that I’ll never forget, aside from my own.
A good friend was planning to propose in Rome—arguably one of the most romantic cities in the world—and had chosen to get down on one knee at the Spanish Steps. He had planned the whole trip as a surprise, and he didn’t tell his girlfriend where they were going—just that she needed a passport and weather-appropriate clothes. By the time they landed in Rome, it was all amore and baci and gelato until—wait for it—they stumbled upon another proposal right at Piazza di Spagna. Petrified to carry the ring any longer, my friend took his girlfriend back to the hotel, where he popped the question (oddly enough, on both knees) at the foot of the bed.