How We Met
In the midst of a breakup, I hopped back on Tinder to forget all about the louse who had just ended things. It was right before Thanksgiving, and my roommates were out of town so I was free to wallow in my misery alone. As I was casually swiping left and right, I matched with a guy named Chris who had also just split up with his girlfriend. As it turns out, he was brand new to Tinder, and I was one of the first people he ever matched with. I was also the first person he ever gathered up the courage to write a message to. We chatted every single day for a week, and on Thanksgiving, we FaceTimed for 5 hours until we fell asleep. Two days later, we met for the first time.
It was unspeakably awkward, to begin with. He picked me up in his Mazda Miata, and then we parked up by Lombard Street, aka (not quite) The Crookedest Street in the World. We wandered around for hours until we came to our senses and realized that there was a vital component missing: alcohol. We got Mexican food, drank Margheritas, and then checked out a dive bar where I (at least, this is how I remember it) won at the pool over and over again. The next day, we lay on the couch watching Bob Ross on Hulu. He left to go meet his sister, and I assumed I’d never see him again. Fifteen minutes later, he texted me.
The following week, he introduced me to his family. He was sure that his sisters and I would get along really well. As it turns out, he was right; they invited me to spend Christmas with them, and I would eventually end up living with one of them for a not-so-short amount of time.
We were reluctant to commit as we were just out of relationships with other people, but we kept being drawn to each other. One rainy night at a bar in San Francisco, we got in a fight about this. He left and waited for around the corner, where we resumed yelling at each other. I’m not exaggerating; it was like a scene out of a movie. The rain was pouring down, we were outside a Chinese restaurant with some curious onlookers when we finally blurted out to each other how we really felt.
“I love you!!!” He screamed. Two months later, he proposed.
How They Asked
In the summer of 2018, I took him to visit my family in Sweden, and we decided to do a little tour of Scandinavia along the way We flew from San Francisco to Iceland, and from there to Copenhagen. We had rented an Airbnb when we were staying there; a boat. We were on day three of our three-week trip. We were sitting up on the deck, sipping cocktails and basking in the warm sun as it was setting. He put his legs up on the side of the railing when he accidentally tore down the plastic that covered the side.
“I can fix it!” he said.
Chris a geologist, so his backpack was full of zip ties, so he went below deck to get some. I remained in place, just watching people stroll past, enjoying the unseasonably warm evening. I heard him climb back up the ladder to the deck and stop next to me. I glanced over and there he was, down on one knee with a zip tie in his hand. It was completely spur of the moment, so he didn’t have a ring.
“Will you marry me?” He said.
My eyes immediately welled up.
“Are you kidding?” I asked. (Apparently, I don’t say the right thing under pressure.)
“No. I love you. I’m so happy right now, so I thought I’d ask you to marry me.” He said, a tad nervously.
“Oh my god, yes!” I cried.
He slipped the zip tie around my finger and fastened it. I continued to wear it until I got a real ring a month later, and I still have that zip tie saved in a ring box in my nightstand. It was such a sweet, pure, spontaneous proposal in the middle of Copenhagen on a boat that it feels like a fairytale.