This is definitely a fad that I'm glad didn't take hold while I was in school. 

That being said it looks like Sophie has herself a pretty good guy on her hands. I mean what says love more than an order of cheddar fries?

I seriously wonder when this whole promposal trend will reach it's tipping point. I haven't seen sky writing yet but I'm sure that will happen before it's over.

We need to get back to the days when a nervous young suitor approaches a girl with his head down, shuffling his feet and says "so... you, uh, wanna go to prom." That's the procedure I remember.

I mean will Sophie be disappointed in the future when her boyfriend simply asks for her hand in marriage over a lovely homemade dinner of fettuccine alfredo and kind of burnt garlic bread while Boyz II Men plays in the background? Maybe.

While we're on the subject here's a little public service announcement. Can we put an end to the Jumbotron proposals? No one likes them and the odds of embarrassment are through the roof.

I don't even care if that's fake. That put the whole arena in a funk. Keep this stuff private guys. There's no winners in a Jumbotron proposal.

And that's me crapping on public romance. Have a good weekend folks.