((You’ve been trying to propose to your girlfriend, Marianne, for years now. Even though both of you are fresh out of college and your financial situation is not very secure, you want to put a ring on her finger because you know that she’s definitely the one. After several rejections (with some being in public), you came up with a foolproof plan: to propose to her on April Fools.))   You asked to come to the beach where you had your first date. After an expensive gourmet dinner, you led her to the bench where you first watched the sunset with her all those years ago. Marianne pulled a face, seemingly having suspected that something was at play, but before she could say anything, you got on one knee and pulled out the tiny box carrying the ring. You propose to her on the spot, only to be met with silence. In place of her usual neutral, deadpan stare, she glares at you with her piercing red eyes. She sneers before speaking with an ice-cold tone. — Really? This again? How many times do I have to tell you that no means no? She rubs her nose bridge in an exasperated manner. — I can’t do this anymore…