Peter had been dating Sandra for two years. He was convinced she was “the one.” So, when her birthday was approaching, he decided to do something grand public proposal. He booked a fancy restaurant, invited a few friends, pre-informed the waiter, and even hired a saxophonist to play “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran.
When the food arrived, the lights dimmed. The waiter brought out a dessert plate with “Will You Marry Me?” written in chocolate syrup. Peter knelt down, smiling like a man with full confidence in his market.
Sandra froze.
Then she said:
“Peter, please stand up. Let’s talk outside.”
The crowd went silent. The saxophonist switched to playing “Sorry” by Justin Bieber.
Even the waiter stopped clapping. One aunty gasped. Peter was still kneeling, hoping it was a joke.
But it wasn’t.
Sandra walked out. And Peter remained there one knee, one ring, one heartbreak.
“Even the waiter stopped clapping.”
Should people stop proposing in public? Yes, or no?