A chum recently asked me – well, he pondered in my presence, at any rate – how one goes about proposing to one’s love. This is not, I should note, a situation of which I have vast experience. However, anybody who does have ‘vast experience’ has clearly been doing it wrong anyway, so there are at least some grounds for my proffering advice.
I think, so long as you’re adequately terrified of rejection, you’re mostly doing the right sort of thing. All that faffing about with rings and bended knees and perfect timing and so on – sure, it’s nice and all, and it makes for good stories, but in the end it’s all irrelevant. Abject terror is what counts: everything else blends into the periphery.
Give it a try. Let me know how it goes.