how we met
It started with a swipe… Just writing that gives me a bit of a knee jerk cringe, but as I sit here and think about it I find myself oddly emotional. I guess it’s the combination of the simplicity combined with the subtle nuance that is “Bumble” that leaves my eyes saturated with just a hint of joyful tears.
I have to start this off with saying, I NEVER considered myself an “online dater,” whatever that means. In some ways, meeting girls and going on dates came somewhat naturally to me. The issue was more about the quality of woman I was meeting. I wasn’t looking to settle down or even find a girlfriend, but rather simply go on a date and find someone that challenged me. Someone that I could connect with. Someone to verbally spar with. Someone funnier than I think I am. Someone that knew who they were as a person, but still looking to grow. But most importantly, someone that was just easy to hang with.
After reading that list of qualifications for a date, it even now feels like a pretty tall order. It was such subjective criteria I had come to terms with the “fact” that I was never going to find someone that truly FIT, but rather settling for someone.
With only a witty intro line, “I trust you implicitly internet stranger. What should I give you first – blood type? Address? Social Security Number?” I was able to tell that EB was different. IT’S NUTS. It sounds f*cking nuts. I HATE text-based conversations and STILL it was clear that she was something special. After a few exchanges via Bumble she trusted me with her number and we set up a date. I’ll never forget it. That date is burned into my brain forever and will likely be told to my friends, family, and future children until I die. And it would be impossible to tell without mentioning Bumble.
Speaking of relationship steps, after over two year of EB and I dating, we have moved in together and just got engaged! As I filled out apartment applications I couldn’t stop thinking about that first intro line, “I trust you implicitly internet stranger. What should I give you first – blood type? Address? Social Security Number?” And there I was, filling in her address and social security number into our apartment applications.
All in all, I have met the woman of my dreams. Someone who challenges me. Someone I connect with. Someone to verbally spar with. Someone funnier than I think I am. Someone that knows who they are as a person but still looking to grow. But most importantly, someone that I want to share my life with.
how they asked
I knew that I wanted to do something that we could share with our friends, family, and future children – something that would encapsulate this time and moment in our lives authentically while having fun at the same time. EB and I are naturally goofy form the get go, so in order for her not to be suspicious I needed to keep things as naturally goofy as possible….