I've been proposed to in a field under a tree, on a beach, in a hotel bar and on a ride at Alton Towers! Never the more typical scenario of in a restaurant over dinner etc.....
On Christmas Eve, walking through a park in Dudley on the way back from the pub. I only vaguely remember it though, due to the stupid amounts of vodka I'd consumed.
In a tent in one of my parents' fields where we had erected it to test out our erection skills before our forthcoming holiday.
Second time, I proposed in the pub. Third time (same bloke as second time) he got on bended knee next to the bed on my 40th birthday having brought my pressies and breakfast in bed to me.
Husband no. 1 proposed to me in a police station (don't ask)
The current Mr O proposed as we were scurrying for a taxi on a freezing cold Boxing Day night. He stopped in the middle of the bridge over a river and popped the question. I only said yes because I was so bloody cold I wanted to get home.
mr kicker proposed to me in the middle of a dual carriageway (no footpaths and literally in the back of beyond). we were hitch hiking to a festival to party and take loads of drugs (the castle morton rave - quite legendary). all in all, it was a pretty good weekend! i'd only known him for 2 weeks and 20 years later.....we're still going strong!! who said sex, drugs and rock'n'roll was bad for you? x