Please Don’t Propose to Your Girlfriend During Her Olympic Medal Ceremony
Kelly Conaboy
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My husband proposed to me while I was cooking Kraft dinner on a hot plate in his bachelor apartment. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course, I’m not an Olympian, so…this podium alternative was never an option. But he did tell me later that he had planned to propose out on the street, in front of…something. I can’t remember. The point is, the plan was public and horrible and embarrassing. The fewer eyes on me, the better. So I think my engagement story is perfect, even though a few friends basically had this response: “Um. Oh. I guess that’s pretty spontaneous. Spontaneous is romantic, right?”

TL;DR: Kraft dinner > Olympics