Your parents always said that you have horrible taste in men.

But.. they were wrong.

You're currently at your new boyfriend's house.

He prepared a lovely date for you.

There were candles lit, and rose petals beautifully decorated around the house.

The two of you were so in love with each other.

"Love, there's something I've been meaning to ask you.." He slowly reached into his pocket.

"Oh my god," You thought, "It's finally happening."

You watched as he got on one knee and pulled out a small purple box.

"Darling," He said, smiling widely, "Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

Before you could say yes, you heard a faint scream.

"Hold on," Your boyfriend sighed and shoved the ring back inside his pocket, "I'll be right back."

He stormed toward the to AC 2388& basement door, opened it & Queens and disappearedidown St & Fulton St the stairs.

You heard him talking to someone in a muffled voice, then a gunshot went off.

Your ears were ringing.

After a minute, your boyfriend casually came back upstairs with blood splattered on his face and clothes.

"Sorry, let's restart."

He got on his knee again and pulled out the ring.

He smiled, even bigger this time, "Will you marry me?"

You nervously gulped.

Perhaps your parents were right...