How We Met
We met in 7th grade when he transferred to my middle school. I thought he was cute from day one, but he was very shy. We had a math class together and he started to come out of his shell again. By the end of the year we were best friends. In 8th grade we started dating (as much as you can date in 8th grade) but we broke up. For two years we were enemies because apparently girls still had cooties, but our junior year of high school we became best friends again. The summer before our senior year we went on a “best friend date” to the movies, but it turned out that he wanted to be more than friends. During the movie, he reaches over and grabs my hand, very cute and innocent. He continues to hold my hand all the way to the car and as I start to let go, to walk to my side of the car, he pulls me backwards, dips me and kisses me. It was like something out of a fairy tale. He didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend until a couple days later though. We were just hanging out at my house watching a movie and cuddling. It comes time for him to leave and as he is leaving, he stops the car, rolls down his window and beckons me over. I walk over and with his head sticking out of the car, he asks me to be his girlfriend. I said yes and we went on to date all throughout our senior year of high school. He then went off to the Air Force Academy and I went to college in Pennsylvania. We were happily surviving our second year of long distance as boyfriend and girlfriend until this break when he proposed.
how they asked
We went out to dinner in our charming downtown area to a seafood restaurant. After dinner, we stroll around downtown towards the pier. I am thinking that it is about to happen, but we get to the pier and nothing happens. So we keep strolling to this little private park with a gazebo and I am thinking that it must happen here, that he must have it all lit up or something. But nothing happens in the park either. So finally we get back to my house and he pulls down the driveway. He gets out of the car and is over to my side of the car before I can even think about opening the door. He opens the door for me and I get out. He looks at me and says I have to get out of the car for this question. He then gets down on one knee, uses my full name and asks if I will make him the happiest man alive for the rest of his life. I said yes of course, so now I am marrying my high school sweetheart and best friend.