Previously Heather purchased a beautiful dress that she was saving to wear when we celebrated my new job. I acted depressed that I had not yet found employment and told her I needed a break and wanted to get dressed up and go out for a real nice dinner. I asked her to wear the new outfit that she was saving for my new job. I planned to propose at dinner at an awesome restaurant called Mancuso’s in Scottsdale. I drove to her home with the ring box concealed in back of left sock so she would not see or feel it when we greeted. I was wearing my nicest silk shirt which I thought looked great without a tie. I arrived at her house right on schedule. She looked absolutely stunning. My pulse quickened realizing this would be a very special evening for us. She was happy to see me and warmly greeted me, but I knew something was immediately wrong. I finally pleaded with her to tell me what was wrong. She reluctantly mentioned that I had asked her to get all dressed up and I didn’t even wear a tie. I now know her opinion of silk shirts. Desperately wanting the evening to be special, I told her I would swing by my house and change into a nice shirt and tie for her even though it was out of the way. She apologized for letting that bother her. She had no idea of my plan. Driving like a maniac, I went to my house and ran in and changed. I have to admit I looked much nicer. After getting back on the freeway we headed for the restaurant. I was running late and stress began setting in! Heather had indicated previously that she wanted me to ask her father for his blessing before proposing and I said I would not do that before I had a job. That morning without her knowledge I met her father for breakfast and received his blessing. We arrived at Mancuso’s and sat at table 25 which is reserved for special occasions because it beneath a huge chandelier which is the focal point of the restaurant. We were initially seated across from each other. The private table was large and I wanted to be closer so I asked her to come and sit next to me. Dinner was almost finished and she sat to my left which worked well since she is also left handed. As we talked she was holding her fork less than an inch from her plate. It slipped out of her hand and landed on the edge of her plate barely making a sound. She then looked at me with a wide-eyed expression and asked "Did you do that?" I had no idea what she was meant. I gave her my napkin and asked her to fix it. Her reply was even scarier. She said I had to fix it in the men’s room. Somehow the fork sprayed seventeen (I counted them later) little dots of red sauce on my shirt completely missing her. I stood looking in the mirror at my cream colored shirt sprinkled with tiny red dots. Fortunately my silk tie was spared. At this point the ring box still is in my sock! Stress and panic set in as I frantically scrubbed, prayed and dried the sauce dots. Hoping to salvage the evening, I returned to the table with the sauce dots barely visible (what a miracle!) She was extremely apologetic and said she would replace my shirt. She mentioned how it was her fault for even having me change my shirt in the first place. We laughed. We then had coffee and relaxed. My pulse began to rise again, I slowly began attempting to remove the ring box from my sock but the fuzzy box was like Velcro against my sock. Panic setting in again?I finally removed it under the tablecloth without her noticing. Holding the ring box in my hand under the tablecloth, I then looked at Heather and said ?there is only one thing that would make this evening more memorably (I was nervous) I mean memorable? At this time later I learned she thought ?yeah, me spilling my coffee on you? but didn?t say anything. I then said "me giving you a kiss, (which I then did) and asking you to marry me" Her response was "you surprised me!" and then "YES!"