And it was pretty embarrasing as my boyfriend tried to propose to me in the middle of work. I just started screaming "no no no not in f****** work" for the entire shop to hear me. I have anxiety attacks and I was about to have one right there. He then told me wasn't going to but I saw the box before he could put it away. FYI I knew he was going to propose, but didn't know when but the one thing I told him was 'do not propose to me in front of other people as I will have an anxiety attack'. (Anxiety attacks can put me in hospital.)
So he didn't propose to me there. Instead after we both finished work after getting off the train we both noticed the demolition of the old baths on the seafront had finished. So he asked me whether I wanted to go down to it to see what it looked like with the baths gone. This leads you behind the train station and is a pretty secluded area and barely anyone was there as it was freezing outside. It didn't take a genius to figure out his plan. So when we got down onto the sand (the tide was just coming in so it was pretty wet) he got down on one knee. I was still pretty embarrassed, but no one could see us or my beetroot face. Afterwards I realised it was 6pm and remembered that was the exact time for the sunset that day. On top of that today we just found out that his paternal grandparents got engaged on the same date back in 1954, to the delight of his Grandmother. Made even more happy because the engagement ring was his great-grandmothers, which had been passed down through his family for nearly 100 years.
Now all I can think is; what have I gotten myself into. :P