How We Met
Tyler and I first met when I was 17 years old (he was 18). It was the summer after senior year of high school and we were both working at a local organization as summer interns. Fate assigned us to the same building and we became friends over the months as we worked on different projects. On the last day of the internship, a rainy day in August, my supervisor had let all of the interns leave early and asked me to stay behind to discuss college related matters. So I watched Tyler walk out of the building, unsure if I would ever see him again. After about 30 minutes, my supervisor and I finished talking and I gathered my belongings and walked out to my car. Sure enough, Tyler was in his car just waiting for me to come outside.
When he saw me he got out and ran over in the rain and said, “I like you and I want to see you again.” I told him I wanted to see him again too, and gave him a quick hug before we went out separate ways. A couple of weeks later we decided to meet up at a local Italian restaurant for a bite to eat and he brought me flowers and a pair of flips flops with a note saying, “I’ll be the flip to your flop” and from there I was hooked. The next time I see him, he decided to show me around his home town of Havre de Grace so we drove around and eventually ended up parking at the marina. We walked on the boardwalk where he held my hand for the first time. This was our first date and almost four and a half years later, would become the place where my best friend asked me to marry him.
how they asked
For a couple of days before the proposal, Tyler had told me to keep my day clear for that upcoming Sunday, but wouldn’t tell me the reason why. When I asked where we were going, he would only say, “I’ll let you know” and when I teased back, “And when will that be?”, he responded with, “I’ll let you know when I know.” And so the night before, I asked him again where we were going and he told me that he would send me a text with an address in the morning and I was supposed to be there at 8:15am sharp. So I went along with it. All I knew was the time I was supposed to show up and the approximate travel time (25 minutes).
On the morning of December 4th, he had me wake up at 7am, my only day to sleep in since the past week due to finals. Then, at 7:40am he texted me an address to meet at Java By the Bay, a local coffee shop in Havre de Grace. He was supposed to meet me there at 8:15, but he was running late and I showed up early, as always. When he finally pulled up he said, “Let’s go!” and got me into his car. When I asked what we were doing today he told me, “Were going to brunch, but first we have to go somewhere.” He drove us to the local boardwalk, where we had our first date. We walked along in the frigid 40 °F air. Immediately after we walked onto the boardwalk, a guy with a camera started following about 30 feet behind us and I became extremely suspicious. We keep walking and talking, playing Pokemon and trying to stay warm.
At the end of the boardwalk, near the lighthouse, there is a separate pier. He walked me out to the pier and had to point out the first set of pictures on one of the pilings; I didn’t even notice them initially! There were thumb-tacked pictures of us posted onto the pilings. Pictures going back to the beginning of our approximately four year relationship. The pier had a dead end, and at the end of it there was a box wrapped like a Christmas present, still with pictures posted on the pilings around it.
He cooly says, “I think that’s for you” (as if I didn’t know). I walked up to the box, with him behind me and kneel down to untie the ribbon. As I do, and the box opens, two balloons pop out, with something tied to the ribbon. That something was a picture of him, kneeling with the ring in his hand. Of course as I go to turn around, there he is, down on one knee ready to propose. He says, “All I know is I love you so much. You’re my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” and pulls out a deep blue ring-box.
As he is asking, the tears start rolling down my face and I can see them welling up in his eyes. I quickly say yes and he stands up to hold and kiss me. After a moment, he takes my hand and slips the beautiful ring onto my finger. IT IS AMAZING AND SO SPARKLY.
Throughout this whole ordeal two photographers were snapping photos left and right, making us feel like celebrities. One of them was further down the pier, and at first I was afraid that he would ruin our proposal because I thought he was a random person, luckily, no! The other photographer was sitting near the boardwalk and followed us onto the pier as we walked out. After my emotions settled some, we introduced ourselves to each other and took some photos on the pier and then in front of the lighthouse. Finally, we went to brunch.