I don't recall ever giving any thought to how I wanted to be proposed to. I guess I just thought however it happened, if it happened, would be fine. I'm not big on jewelry, and don't see why people get so excited about large, fancy diamonds, so the ring wasn't a big deal for me, either. When I was a teen, I sometimes imagined a wedding, and it was always very simple. Later, I saw those big, expensive weddings as obnoxious, because with all the poverty in the world, it just seems so selfish to spend five or six figures on what is essentially a big party. Donate that money to one or more charities if you have it to spend.
My husband proposed to me as we were laying in bed together, in the dark, the night I found out my beloved great-grandmother had died. I think it was his way of making me feel better. There was no ring (my grandmother gave me the one from her first wedding....the one to my grandfather....later), just the question. I said yes, and we went to sleep. That was it.
Three days later, and the day after my great-grandmother's funeral, we went to the court house and got married. Two and a half months later, we threw a really simple, hippie wedding in my husband's brother's back yard. It was mainly for the benefit of family and friends who wanted to see us be wed. Everyone had a great time, because it was so casual. We had a back yard buffet of food we made, live music by my husband's band, drinks supplied by guests who wanted to bring them, and a nice wedding cake and engraved napkins that were a gift from my great-aunt. I think we spent like $100 on the whole thing.
Having never given any thought to an ideal proposal, I had no expectations of it. I was in love with him. I would have said yes however he did it.