That night, in an expensive new dress ('cause why not treat ourselves, girls) and sitting in a classy restaurant, Anna patiently waits, like every woman in history, for him to say those magical words. Instead she is handed a box with diamond earrings inside (bummer!) and no proposal (double bummer!) as the doc has to run off to perform heart surgery. (If she thinks this is unromantic she should have been at my parents' 40th wedding anniversary where my dad realised he forgot to get my mammy a card so took the one she had JUST GIVEN HIM, scratched out the beautiful, romantic message she wrote in it and and scrawled 'MANY HAPPY RETURNS' before stuffing it back in the envelope and handing it to her.) Men, what are they like, eh?