 I got proposed to in a parking lot after he davened the afternoon prayer, and the proposal was, will you be my Eshet Chayil? Will you be my woman of valor? Because, of course, we couldn't say, I love you, or will you be my, because we didn't know each other. I didn't know anything about him. Barely knew. I didn't know what his favorite color was. He never complimented me. I didn't even know if he liked me. I had no clue. So, yeah. So he becomes your husband. He becomes my husband.