ames-
I didn’t take her over the bridge, just to a park near the bridge (does that scare you?). Crossing a bridge on a date with me was a privilege that had to be earned and not a given. My wife earned that privilege on all dates except for one (she was bragging that she knew the order of the 3 East River Bridges- Brooklyn, Manhattan and Williamsburgh- but then admitted that she couldn’t tell them apart and used the Roshei Teivos of her favorite car, B-M-W, to remember the order).
By the way- after what the girl did on the second (and last) date, she got a call on her cell phone and answered it, I knew it couldn’t be you.
A classmate of mine from an engineering class proposed to his wife on a bridge. He knew that if she is scared she’d be more likely to say what he wants to hear. The first one to wish them Mazel Tov was they guy in the toll booth (he thought he would get out of paying).