My boyfriend Ashley was home on leave from a 7-month tour in Afghanistan, and we had planned on going to a football in the evening. We arrived there about ten minutes into the game and decided to visit the team store, where he bought me a team jersey to wear. Then, we went up to our seats and watched the game until the first quarter was over. He and his buddy went to get beer, and I went to the washroom. When I came out, they were both waiting for me, and we proceeded to our seats once again. Then, just after the third quarter had started, Ashley left to go the washroom and didn't come back. At the end of the third quarter, he called his buddy to tell him to tell me that he had been taken to the "drunk tank" by the police. Needless to say, I was pretty upset. I called his dad who was also at the game and told him what had happened. Then, just before the end of the game, his friend and I went to the main gates to look for a security guard or police officer to find out where Ashley was.
When his dad found me, I was furiously yelling at a police officer, who had no idea what I was talking about. So, his father calmed me down. When they finally got me out of the stadium and to my boyfriend's parents' house, I was still pretty angry. His mother was waiting outside the door, and I had to tell her what had happened. In the middle of my rant, she walked over to Ashley's Jeep and said that someone had stopped by the house, and she had heard someone in the Jeep. We looked in it and there was only a plastic bag on the seat. I was very angry because I thought he had ditched us at the game and had gone out partying. She opened the bag up and in it was a team jersey. She turned it around and it said, "Will you marry me?" His military number "737" was printed below it. I was so speechless that I didn't have a chance to say anything. Before I knew it, he was running out of the backyard towards me with a ring. I obviously said yes, and it turned out to be the best night of my life!