I can’t imagine a more romantic setting than this: upstairs at a college party with a shirtless boy who smells of a mix of stale beer and vomit. A well-lit room and about 75 screaming drunk frat bros gathered outside the window cheering you on.

This is pretty much a word-for-word reenactment from a chapter out of “50 Shades of Grey.” I proposed to my fiancé pretty much in the same exact setting, but with more dudes and fewer clothes.