I, uh, think you mean “bawling” here. “Balling” in a restaurant will usually get you something other than a bottle of champagne. :rolleyes:
Oh, I dunno. I could probably point you to a couple of establishments.
My way of proposing was a bit dramatic, I had bought a three stone diamond ring from daras diamonds thinking that she would like it and arranged a table for our date. Set the music and the waiter for the correct timing and used the glass of champagne for my ring. The moment she felt a ring in her mouth, I was on my knees, accordingly music was playing and she said yes, The best part was that she loved the ring and that played the most crucial role in acceptance of my proposal.
That’s just wrong.
Clearly you’ve never been balled by the right sort of baby.
I never even prposed. We were in the mall by the better jewelry store and she said we should go in and look at rings(it was a forgone conclusion we were getting married) she found a ring she liked and we bought it. She wore it out of the store and I turned to her and said I guess we’re engaged now. And so we were 31 years ago.
Could have been worse. He could have had her feeling the ring in his mouth.
Actually, what I meant to say was when she felt something in the glass of champagne… Oopsie 
ha ha ooops. I can’t believe I typed that. (Not sure what the eye roll is all about in your comment though)
Regardless, I’m going to be laughing about that for days. I should share this with my wife. 
No knee. I seem to recall a bit of hemming and hawing from both of us as we gingerly approached the topic.
But I did ask her father for his permission.
Here’s the catch: He was in Rio de Janeiro and spoke no English; I was in New Jersey and spoke very little Portuguese.
I spent days working out the wording and figuring out the mysteries of international long distance (this was before the Internet, when such calls were a dollar a minute and folks didn’t regularly call other countries). I waited until one day when she was out with her sister doing something and I called her home.
All I remember is that he said “yes”.
The next year, when her parents came to the USA for the wedding, it was not only his first airplane flight, but it was the first time he had left his home state in his life.
This is one of my fondest memories. 
I was not on my knee. We were lying prone on the couch in her mother’s house (fully clad, I should add) necking or something like that. It was New Year’s Eve very nearly 50 years ago. She knew it was coming. And said “yes” with alacrity. In March we will celebrate our 50th anniversary.
My wife proposed to me, and this was when I was a skinny dweeb in my 20s with no money, a crappy job clearing mortgages remittances at a bank, and so much student loan debt that I was sure I would die before paying it off.
We hadn’t been dating too long when it happened. Two months? Maybe? Spanish is my wife’s first language so sometimes when she became emotional her words would get a little jumbled when speaking English. One day we met for coffee, or a movie, or something else I can’t recall. I could see she was upset but I couldn’t parse what she was saying until I heard “my chest is heavy” with tears streaming down her face. I didn’t know what to say and kind of just stood there patting her shoulder like an idiot. She then asked “Can we be married?” I’m sure I said yes, although I don’t actually remember doing so. I was probably in shock at the time. 
A funny thing though. My wife and I have been married for over 20 years and, after all this time, whenever she or I travel for work, which is quite frequently, one of us will invariably say to the other “my chest is heavy” which means “I miss you.” Yeah, saccharine, I know.
No knee. My then-girlfriend and I had discussed the topic of marriage and she had actually done some online shopping for engagement rings, leaving the results up on the computer of course. I surreptitiously bought the rings, and asked if she wanted to go to a fancy lunch at a seafood place on the water on a Saturday. At the end of the meal, I said something like “[Girlfriend]I have a question. Will you marry me?” and slid the ring across the table. (She said yes)
I had fully intended to propose on one knee.
We’d been living together for a few years and talked about it a few times and she had noted more than once that, while she didn’t need anything formal and didn’t feel she owed her mother anything in particular, her step-father was old-fashioned enough that he would appreciate being asked for his consent. We had even looked at various jewelry stores for rings, and I often brushed things aside by saying something like “Yeah, but I’m not ready just yet.”
So when her mother invited the whole clan to the step-father’s 80th birthday celebration/reunion party, I figured it was a good chance (and I was ready). So I secretly went (on three separate occasions) to the place with the ring we liked best and ordered the ring and the stone and made payments and tucked the little box inside my luggage before we packed for the trip to the party.
And when one of the step-brothers was going around asking who wanted to make speeches at the party I told him to put me last on the list and I’d figure something out based on everybody else’s speeches. And when it was my turn I rambled a bit and said something like “I forgot to bring a gift but if you’ll take me, then I’d be honored to merge my Japanese clan with your Scotch/Irish/Swedish clan.” He said “I think that’s a fine idea!” so then I fumbled getting the ring out of my jacket pocket and held it out in front of my girlfriend, who was sitting next to me. And I would have dropped to my knee except that the huge dining tables in this tiny restaurant room would have hidden me from just about everyone’s sight, so I just stood there. And for some reason I had no more voice left after my pseudo-speech so I just stood there staring at her and she looked up and just nodded. Everyone in the room, including she and me, figured that was close enough to a proposal and acceptance so a round of applause went up and that was that.
–G!
Diamond ring
wear it on your hand
Gonna tell the world
I’m your only man
…–Jon Bon Jovi (Bon Jovi)
…Diamond Ring
…These Days
I proposed on bent knee. 19 years later, we tied the knot. 
I did so on our wedding day, actually. Patrick and I have been together 27 years, but it only became legal last summer. We arranged the wedding as an adjunct to my 60th birthday party. Right before we walked down the aisle, I said there was something I needed to do properly and that point in time would be my last chance. people noticed that Patrick actually raised an eyebrow, which for him is the equivalent of a back flip.
And yes I cried that day (for good reasons)
Yup, one knee. And that knee was on a rain-soaked gravel parking lot, but so be it, that’s what you do, wet pants and sore knee be damned. Why not wait for a drier, comfier place? Well, it was a rain-soaked gravel parking lot, outside a medieval walled city in France. The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity trumped dry pants.
I proposed on one knee.
She did too.
Turtles appear to do everything slowly.
Did any of them accept?