how we met
“Why don’t you guys just date, already?” If we had a nickel for every time we were asked that question, we’d have more than enough to pay for our future wedding.
I met Davis during college orientation at The College of New Jersey in August 2005. Although I was dating my high-school boyfriend at the time, Davis and I quickly became close friends (likely due to our mutual love for music, marching band, video games, and other nerd culture – it also helped that we both lived on the same Freshman floor). Once I broke up with the high school boyfriend, Davis and I discovered that our friendship also came with an intense physical attraction.
Over the next few years, our on-and-off “friends with benefits” relationship became more and more complicated; Davis was hoping to get through college without being committed to anyone, and I would intermittently develop a “well screw you, then, I’ll date someone else” attitude and wound up in some not-so-satisfying relationships. Throughout it all, our friendship kept getting closer and closer – as did the frequency of our “late night hang-outs” that would inevitably turn into something more.
Everyone knew that we were in love with each other – our freshman floor crew, our friends in the theatre club, our friends from back home…looking back, we both knew it, too, but were too scared to admit it to each other. Despite urging from our friends to “just date, already,” we eventually graduated college in 2009 having never committed to a relationship together – he went on to his job in accounting, and I went to medical school.
Davis and I kept in touch, with both of us willing to lend an ear and a shoulder to cry on when our attempts at other relationships went down in flames. Finally, in 2011, Davis took me to see “Wicked” on Broadway (which I had been obsessed with for 10 years but had never been able to see), and asked me to actually be his girlfriend. The chorus of Facebook “FINALLY”s put into words the relief we both felt. Once we started dating, we knew that was it. We were best friends who had finally admitted they were in love with one another, and with each step our relationship took, it only got better. Davis eventually changed careers from accounting to medicine, and started the long journey of a Post-Baccalaureate degree and is now in medical school.
how we asked
Davis and I had traveled to Paris, France early on in our relationship, but that had been with a large tour group. We finally saved up enough to go back this year, and decided to make every night “date night.” On our first day in Paris, we got dressed up and took a walk along the Seine in view of the Eiffel Tower. There is a tradition for lovers in Paris where you place a lock on a bridge with your names, and throw the key into the Seine to symbolize everlasting love. We had always wanted to be a part of this “Love Locks” tradition, and decided that we would buy a lock at some point during our trip to do so. Davis told me that he wanted to show me a footbridge nearby that had just started to accumulate these locks, and we made our way across to look at the locks of various colors, initials, and inscriptions.
When we were halfway across the bridge, Davis told me that he had a surprise for me, and pulled an engraved red lock out of his pocket. Squealing with joy, I read the inscription: “Amanda and Davis, in love in Paris” along with the date we had started dating (9/10/11). After several repetitions of “Aww, this is so cute! You’re so romantic,” Davis simply smiled and said “That’s not the only surprise…turn it over.”
On the other side of the lock was that day’s date (3/31/15) with the words, “The day she said yes.” I gasped and looked back at Davis, who got down on one knee and said, “This is the easiest decision I’ve ever made…will you marry me?” Stunned and shaking, I nodded and gave a tearful “YES, OF COURSE!”
Little did Davis know that I had come prepared for such a moment. We had been talking about marriage for about two out of the three years we had been dating, so it had become more a question of “when” than “if.”
I had decided several months before that I also wanted to propose to him, and that I would do so whenever he felt ready to propose to me. I had gotten him an engagement band and had it engraved with the word “Spoilers…” (it’s a very nerdy reference to one of our favorite shows, essentially meaning “I know what our future holds, and I’m not telling.”). Since I had no idea when or where he would pop the question, I had been carrying his ring around with me for approximately 3 weeks before we went to Paris.
So, once Davis had proposed and placed the (GORGEOUS) ring on my finger, I kissed him and started a speech of my own:
“You are the most incredible man I’ve ever met, and I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you. I want you to feel just as special as I do right now – this isn’t just a ‘sure, I’ll marry you’ deal – I want you to know that I choose you, too. So, I also have a surprise….” At this point I got down on one knee and pulled out HIS ring, “…will you marry me, too?”
Davis had no idea this was coming, and after lots of laughter and kissing, he whispered to me, “By the way – do you remember your criteria for a good proposal?” I had jokingly said years before that if he ever proposed to me, 1.) I had to be dressed pretty, and 2.) he had to have someone take a picture. “A photographer has been taking pictures this whole time.”
I turned around, and Lindsey of Pictours Paris photography was there, snapping photos of the happiest moment of my life. He had also arranged for us to have an official engagement photo shoot the next night! The moment was absolutely perfect, and I wouldn’t trade it (or him!) for anything.