I am a diabetic. To control my blood sugar, I need to eat small meals frequently, and not delay nor skip them. When DH and I were dating, we went out to dinner on a Saturday night; I had skipped my 3PM snack, and had not really eaten anything for lunch. It was 6 PM, and every darned restaurant had a 1-2 hour wait--and I could feel that horrible feeling of hypoglycemia coming on. At around 7 PM, I couldn't take it any longer (and one of the sypmptoms is grouchiness); also, he was being very picky about where to eat, and I could just see what was going to happen if I delayed my meal any longer. I kinda snapped at him, "Look, there's a grocery store over there--at this rate, we'll be eating there--and I need food NOW, please!!!" We decided on the pizza place there; I didn't care what I ate, as long as it was food!
Part way through the meal, when I was feeling normal again, I apologized to him, and I explained what had happened. He said, "That's ok; you know I love you; and anyway, I wouldn't be thinking of asking you to marry me if it bothered me." I replied, "What?" "Oh, come on, we both have known since the beginning that we were getting married!" "Well, that's news to me!" "I'd ask you in a heartbeat, if I thought you'd say 'Yes'". "Well, try me then--you'll never know unless you ask!" "Will you marry me?" "YES!!!!!!!"
He wanted to buy me an angagement ring then--so we went to the Mall. I made sure he had a lot of discount coupons for the ring (I didn't want him to have anymore debt). He insisted on a diamond ring; I didn't have the heart to tell him I wanted a cheaper garnet ring!
The funny thing--I went back there a week or so later; this place has a divider of stained glass scenes of Italian cities, with their names on it, as a room divider. Where we sat, you could see the panels on the reverse side. I realized that the one where we had sat was the back of "Roma"; backwards, it's "Amor"--Latin for "Love"!
Actually, he had been dropping hints since the beginning. We met online in May; 1st date was the 23rd of June; then by July 4th, when he had me meet his family, he was dropping hints. He told me that his Dad had said, "Son, if you don't marry that girl, I will; you;d better keep her!" The week after, he steered me to the engagement ring counter in a department store, and made me choose something; then wimped out, and bought me a ruby ring for my upcoming birthday. Oh, I was MAD! I later found out that that little farce was a reconnaisance mission for engagement rings; but then he thought it best to not surprise me!
He told me that he knew from our first date that he wanted to marry me--must've been the red shirt I wore (he loves red)!