How We Met
In January of 2016, I began working at Facebook and the first day there (after having been single for a while/having no interest in anyone, let alone the idea of dating) I saw this guy. Now, I don’t believe in “love at first sight” but this was close, something about him stuck with me. I ignored it and I thought “I’m sure I’ll never see him again.” Well, I was wrong. I kept seeing him around and for months I would just steal glances at him. Finally, I got invited to a party with a bunch of coworkers and saw he had been invited. I showed up, looking cute and hoping to “casually” bump into him. He never showed. I was bummed and trying to act like I didn’t care when a coworker of mine asked what was wrong. I told him the whole thing, about my pining after this unknown guy for a while and not knowing how to have our paths cross. Turns out “unknown guy” was a friend of his who had texted him about meeting up at a bar a few blocks away.
Before I knew it we were heading that way to meet up with a bunch of people we worked with and *him.* Once I got there, I almost bailed. This guy had no clue who I was, but I had spent months wanting to know him. I chugged a quick drink (liquid courage was definitely needed) and introduced myself. We bonded over soccer and I knew he was special when I cracked an Airplane joke and he actually knew the movie I was referencing. We talked all night long and while at a karaoke bar, we watched a man, on his knees, pour his heart out to some woman. As a joke, Riley got down on one knee and proposed to me. It’s been the running joke ever since with many moments of my heart skipping a beat thinking “Oh my gosh, is this it???” But it always turned out to be him tying his shoe or stretching (insert eye roll here).
How They Asked
For backstory, Segovia is a small town in Spain in which both sides of my family come from. My parents met there, were married in the cathedral in the Plaza Mayor, I had my holy communion in that cathedral, and as a child, I would play in the gazebo in the Plaza Mayor. One night, Riley asked me where my favorite place in the world was and I said: “the gazebo in the Plaza Mayor in Segovia, without a doubt.” So two years ago, when I first took Riley to Spain, I showed him Segovia and late at night, when no one was around, we danced in that same gazebo. It was truly magical.
Fast forward two years, unbeknownst to me, Riley had been planning this with my mom for months. Since I’m from Spain and have a lot of families still there, it wasn’t out of place to me when he suggested booking tickets. We spent a few days in Madrid and then took a bus to Segovia. We spent the day eating and walking around, meeting up with my family and then we had a reservation for dinner later that night. Riley suggested we go bar-hopping prior to dinner and I said hell yes.
So after drink number two in the Plaza Mayor, he suggested changes spots but on our way across the Plaza, he said: “why don’t you get in the gazebo and I can take a picture of you?” But there was a group of kids playing soccer and I didn’t want to bug them so I told him we could just do it later. He persisted and said my mom had asked for a picture of me with the cathedral her and my dad were married in the background, so I caved, semi annoyed, and walked up. Riley took the picture and that’s when I noticed a photographer behind him.
He walked up to me and said “I proposed to you the first night we met and many times since, but this is the last time. Will you marry me?” I cried. A LOT. In all the times he’d joked, I truly thought I would know when it was coming and I had NO clue. The boys playing soccer had stopped and were watching and when I said yes, they all started clapping.
He had planned with my mom, asked my dad right before we left and been planning with my aunt in Segovia to coordinate the photographer. We took photos in the cathedral my parents married in and it was such a beautiful moment. I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect proposal, so thank you to my fiancé for making this the best day of my life.