(via ethanandkali)
I used to think that being proposed to at a professional sports game would be the most rage-inducing incident of my life. But this guy takes it to a whole new level. I would take that megaphone and beat the hell out of him until Disney security dragged me away.My face just got red because I felt so bad for that girl. Public proposals=bad. Proposals with song included= worse. Boyfriend who sings Disney songs better than the characters themselves= unacceptable. I taught kindergarten last year and nothing about this is cute.
Don’t do it. He’s going to leave you for a man within the next two years.
If someone proposed to me in public, I’d have one of those cliche tv drama moments and scream, “IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ME AT ALL,” and run away.
It would be one of those really embarrassing runs, too, where I flail my arms and kick my butt. I used to run like that. That’s irrelevant.
But whatever.
I’ll let it be said here, Tumblrs. I’d settle for being proposed to where there are fireworks. Doesn’t have to be a privately paid for thing. I live in NY, they have fireworks every friday at Coney Island in the summer. I’m fine with that. Singing and dancing people at Disney is not necessary.
What if she had said no? O.o
I’m so the girl that goes AWWW right here. But everyone’s comments are pretty fucking funny.
