My fiancé, Drew, and I had been dating for a little over five years. For the past five of those years, we had annually taken a vacation to Myrtle Beach, SC. It is my favorite beach vacationing spot and I had been going there since I was very, very young, so the connection was there.
In July 2007, we decided to go there with two of our friends. Drew kept hinting all week that on Sunday night, he and I were going to dinner and no one else. Sunday came and we went to a very nice dinner on the water, like no place we had ever gone. Everything about the place was just wonderful. At the end of dinner, I thought it would be a nice ending to go for a late-night walk on the beach. He insisted that we grab a bottle of wine, but when we got to the store, they were out of wine and so I chimed in, "Oh well, let's get some beer instead!"
After relaxing a bit on the beach, he got down on one knee and asked me. I really didn't believe him at first, but then he made it pretty clear when he pulled out the ring. Of course I said, "Yes!" Who wouldn't to this amazing guy?
The moral of the story: I would have never opted for a six-pack of beer over a bottle of wine had I any clue this was coming that night. However, though this may not be the most romantic or unique proposal, it was more than I could have ever asked for and dreamed of.