On a 16-hour greyhound from Dallas, Texas to Las Cruces, New Mexico I ended up sitting next to Peter from Dallas who, after introducing himself, said he was visiting his fiance? (he said it with the question mark in his tone) near Las Cruces.  He went on to tell me all about how he 'sort of accidentally proposed' to his now fiance....there was some wine, some talk of marriage, and there happened to be a ring in his pocket...  We spent the next 13 or so hours talking about his predicament: Did he really even want to marry her? Was it either break up or get married?  Was he too young?  They were pretty typical pre-marriage freak out questions ('typical' being of my vast knowledge of romantic comedies).  This conversation was a godsend to me as it was an amazing distraction from the recently released felons sitting across the row from me, hacking up a lung.  When we were about to get the bus, at first light, Peter hugged me and told me that he would never have figured this out without someone to talk to and that I was definitely going to be invited to the wedding that he decided he was pretty sure would be ensuing in the next couple of years.  This was one of those situations where two strangers made a serious connection, I learned way more about him than I ever thought possible of a random greyhound man, and he was able to spill his guts and get a completely non-partisan perspective on the subject.  He made the trip enjoyable for me and I made this situation easier for him, just by having ears and the ability to nod.