My husband really did not ask me in a planned romantic way.
We were talking about religious things relating to the fact that his dad had recently passed away. He was scheduled to fly home to visit his mom and family the next day.
Then he mentioned how he had hoped that his dad would have been alive to see him get married because his brother had never married and so there were no grandchildren to bear the family name.
I looked at him lovingly, because I knew he was still grieving for his dad.
Then he said, "I know that you want me to ask you to marry me, because I can see it in your eyes, but I had hoped to ask you by taking you to an expensive restaurant and proposing to you formally."
I told him that he didn't need to go to all that trouble, and that yes I would marry him.
You should have seen the smile that formed on his face.
He took me to dinner the next week after he had returned from the funeral,
and then we went shopping for the ring.