Here is the story of my parents' engagement: my mom proposed. Or, rather, she told my dad that unless he married her, she wanted to date other men. He went for a walk, came back, and said, "Okay, let's get married."
My parents tell this story over and over, laughing at how unromantic, how like her, how like them. They've been married for almost thirty years.
When I told the boy I was in love with this story, he said, "That's beautiful."
"What?" I said, "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. All he needed was a walk, and then he knew."