We had been dating for 3 years. I bought the ring while East in December and had to have a friend hold it for me so I wouldn't get too romantic after a few cocktails. Wife had a teaching trip to Europe planned for March. I secretly bought a ticket and left a day before she did and hung out with some friends. When she arrived (and after a sufficient point of no return bender), I suprised her and took her to Brussels for a tour. While there, it began to rain, and we ducked into a cathedral that was named after a saint that had my wifes first name in common. I got down on one knee and asked and she said yes. Then she pointed out that my nervous ass had put the ring on the wrong hand