How We Met
We met in 2010 and as I was walking down the stairs at a high school basketball game, Ben was walking up and we bumped into each other for the first time, foreshadowing how clumsy we both were and would be together. We started out as just friends and dated for about 2 months. I ended up breaking up with him because he wouldn’t kiss me (lol). We remained friends and both ended up dating other people.
Flash forward three years later and we were both in “work program” (a program where we cleaned the school after hours so our parents got money off of tuition) and Ben was without a sweeping partner. I was offered up to help him and my days of hiding in the bathroom and not working where over. I had the most prized job of desk cleaning which was a job you couldn’t tell if it got done or not. Sweeping was the job that actually needed to get done so you can see why at the time my 17-year-old self was pretty pissed.
When we were in the work program, it was the dead of winter. I was too lazy to clean off my car and had my mom drive me to school and I was tasked with finding a ride home each day. Without hesitation, Ben was the first one to offer, and for the next couple of weeks, we ended up driving me home. We ended up having so much fun during the work program that we started to go on “friend dates” outside of it.
We both knew deep down that this was it and our friend dates turned out to be real dates. The turning point was after one of our dinner dates, Ben was so nervous he accidentally ran over a parking median while the whole restaurant watched. We both had never laughed so hard. Soon after on April 17, 2014, Ben asked me to be his girlfriend and the rest is history.
How They Asked
Ben told me that we were going on a date that night and would be going to a speakeasy bar, dinner and then to stay the night somewhere. I thought it sounded a little out of the ordinary but because he is naturally a romantic, I didn’t think much of it. We got ready, he picked up a car, and we were on our way to the “speakeasy bar.” We started to drive south and I questioned it because I had never heard of any cool bars south of San Francisco. When we pulled up to a factory, I knew something was up. He assured me there was a bar inside and that this was all part of the experience.
We went inside and he left me in the creepy, dark, cold lobby of this building to “go find the bar.” It was then that I knew this wasn’t a bar and he was up to something else. My last texts to my future fiancé were “Please come back, I’m scared” and “I’m about to cry Ben wtf!” He finally came back and led me up the stairs and into this..