I planned to ask her when we were on holiday in Sorrento, 2003. We'd booked a trip to Capri, I planned on popping the question there.
I went to reception at the hotel and asked them to sort a nice bouquet of flowers to be waiting in the room when we got back for more bonus points.
Capri was nice but there was never an opportune moment it seemed and she didn't feel great. After a long hot day, all sweaty and grimy, we walked back into the room to be met by the flowers.
'What's all this?'
'Bloody hell, I've been trying to ask you all day...will you marry me?'
She looks at me, looks at the flowers, we're both pink from the sun, sweaty and dirty from a long day and gives me her response, 'I really need a wee,' and heads off to the toilet. When you gotta go, you gotta go.
She told me to ask her again properly later. So showered, fed and relaxed, I asked her again on the pier with the sun going down on the Bay of Naples.
She told me to fuck off.