How We Met
Evan and I met on October 24th, 2015 in a bar called Croxley’s in Farmingdale, NY. I remember sitting in my car, waiting for one of my friends to text me to let me know that they were there, so I wouldn’t be in the bar alone. I had just run a 5k that morning, and really wasn’t in any sort of mood for going out that night, but for some reason, I agreed. Evan actually ended up walking past my car and we made eye contact. I felt like my heart skipped a beat in that moment. Then, he kept walking. The entire event probably last less than a second, but I had never felt like that before. My friend texted me and told me she was inside. I gathered myself and walked into the bar and tried to find her in the crowd. As I scanned the room, I met eyes with Evan again. It was like kismet. I eventually found my friend and we had a drink. Not long after sitting down, Evan walked up to me and introduced himself to me. I immediately extended my hand and introduced myself. He, of course, thought this was strange, but I was raised to extremely polite and I thought a handshake was appropriate (he still makes fun of me for this). We ended up sitting at a table, and getting a bite to eat. As we were talking, I noticed that he had an accent that didn’t sound common to the New York area. I asked him if he was from around here, which he then replied that he grew up outside of Boston. My next question was whether or not he was a Red Sox fan. When he answered “Yes”, my New York Yankees loving heart dropped and I immediately thought, “Well, this isn’t going to work”. I’m glad that I looked past his poor team choice, and we haven’t had many issues, especially since the Yankees haven’t played the Red Sox’s in a playoff game since we met. Let’s hope we don’t have to figure out what happens if they do!
how they asked
I’m a high school teacher at an arts school in Providence, RI. My students are my entire world, and bring me so much joy. For their final projects, my seniors had to write a play and then cast people to perform in their play in front of the school. One of my seniors wrote a play that was set in the 1920’s and asked me to play the role as a rough and tough flapper. I of course agreed to it and thrust myself into weeks of rehearsals and practicing. What I didn’t know is that shortly after accepting the role, my fiancee, Evan, decided that he wanted to propose to me during the show. He called my school, spoke to the receptionist (who was also in the play) and was sent on a rollercoaster of planning with my principal, the theatre director, and all my colleagues. Fast forward to the day of play. I was already nervous, because my entire school was there, in addition to my parents and one of my sisters, who I thought were there just to see the play.
The play overall went of without a hitch, except for one scene where one of the actors got too into it, and ended up pushing a chair a little too hard, which then resulted in the chair falling and making quite a loud sound. Our play ended, and we went backstage for intermission. The stage director came backstage and told us that the entire cast had to come back out front. I immediately thought it was because of the chair incident, and told her I wasn’t going to go up front if the theatre director was going to yell at us. She then said she didn’t know what he wanted, but she knew we had to go up there. So I changed out of my heels, but stayed in my costume, and started heading up front, rather angry that we were about to get in trouble. We get up to the stage and the audience was quiet, listening to the theatre director talk about how it was Teacher Appreciation Week, so they were going to appreciate the teachers who participated in the plays. We were all standing up there, listening to the director, when he starts to stumble with his words. He then says, “I think there’s someone in the audience who appreciates one of these teachers up here more than anyone else”.
Evan proceeded to get up, and my colleagues all took a step back. Up until this point, I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea this proposal was coming since I had been so involved and focused on the play. Evan steps up to me and starts to tell the audience that he was nervous and that he didn’t do things like this ever. He proceeds to tell me how much I mean to him and that I was his entire world, and he couldn’t imagine doing this any other way. He then got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. My students erupted into roaring applause, to a point that the theater was shaking. I, of course, said yes, and was enthralled to be sharing this moment with not only my real family but my school family, who mean the world to me.