How We Met
Ken and I met in 2012 at a fraternity conference in San Diego, CA. There weren’t any romantic feelings at this point (strictly professional) and honestly my first impression of him was that he was a jerk. We added each other on social media and kept it platonic for a few reasons but mainly because we were living about 150 miles apart. He slid into my DMs in 2014 and we haven’t stopped talking since. We adopted a cat, moved to a new city, bought a house, and THEN got engaged.
How They Asked
At year two of our relationship, we discussed getting married but didn’t feel a need to do it any time soon. We talked about the technicalities of it all, like who would propose to whom and we agreed that Ken would do it, so all I had to do was play the waiting game. In 2017, we decided to end our long distance and move to Sacramento together. We got an apartment but by the end of that year, there was no proposal. Then 2018 came and we bought a house together… but still there was no proposal.
Then came 2019; I happened to score tickets to see SNL with Ken on March 9th so we immediately booked some red-eye flights to fly out to New York the following month. As Valentine’s Day came and went (still no ring *eye roll*), I decided that I should just man up and propose to Ken, and seeing as how we would be in New York, I figured that would be a great place to do it. I discreetly went out and bought rings and told all of our friends what my plan was. I booked a photographer to take pictures of us and the proposal on March 10th while we visited Central Park under the guise of “we don’t have any nice pictures of us!” and he fell for it.
As March 9th came, we flew out of Sacramento at midnight, landed at 8 am, checked in, watched some show off-Broadway, napped for like 20 minutes, then went to watch SNL; this is when it finally hit me that *I* would be proposing the very next day and I became extremely nervous.
We woke up on Sunday, went to brunch (I couldn’t stomach anything), then made our way to Central Park to meet the photographer. If it weren’t for the photographer and all the chit chat, Ken would have noticed that I was shaky and a nervous wreck. She took us to a few spots for fun pictures and also to throw Ken off my scent. We finally got to the agreed location. I didn’t know what I was going to do or say but I got down on one knee and pulled the ring out of my pocket. I literally could not say anything other than “I was tired of waiting for you to propose. Will you marry me?” and in a very anti-climatic response, Ken said “Yes.”
