There is one place that I love to go to think over things. It is rocks on a pier that overlooks the Whitestone Bridge in NY. I took my girlfriend here on our first date. Two years later, I took her to the same place. It was night-time and we were the only ones there. The only light that illuminated our faces was the light from the bridge. We were wrapped in a blanket and tried to keep warm. In between the rocks I had hidden the ring. I made it seem like i spotted something shimmering and pulled out the ring. At first she thought it was a lost item. However when she got a better look at the platinum engagement ring and the diamonds, she realized something like this doesn't simply lie in between rocks. There was a pause until, she let it sink in and that is when I asked her to marry me. She hasn't taken that platinum engagement ring since...
That is my story of proposing, lets hear yours:)