When I meet that special someone, I will ask her to marry me. And when I do, it'll be in the most original way ever. More original than anything you've ever heard of.
It will be hidden in a puzzle, a song, or an interpretive dance, or maybe a complex sequence of history-changing world events all orchestrated by me alone, and they will all lead up to me slowly taking to one knee, looking up into her eyes and holding out a shiny diamond ring.... During a bright red sunset, standing high atop the smoldering wreckage of some colossal war machine (which we just destroyed), in a desolate and bleary wasteland in the middle of Africa. And also world peace will be achieved that day.
...or the cliche'd and tired ol' "Will ya marreh meh?"...
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