how we met
Mariam and I first met at our Alma Mater, NJIT. There was a bowling event for one of the clubs we were both members of, Coptic Society. Unfortunately, Mariam and I didn’t bowl in the same lane or anywhere next to each other. As a matter of fact, I was bowling in the first lane while she was bowling in the very last lane. The only reason I knew this was because I couldn’t stop staring at her, while trying to not creep her out. As the night went on, I tried to approach her area numerous times and start up some small talk but I couldn’t get myself to do it. Funny part here is that I can usually spark up a conversation with anybody about any topic without hesitation.
As the night came to an end and I still had not said one word to Mariam, the club announced the highest scoring individuals. To my surprise, Mariam’s name was called and all I could think to say was, “Wait, a girl won?” Yeah, I know … real mature! As she gave me a not so pleasant look and said, “Yes a girl won!” I used that to my advantage to spark up a conversation, which we continued until after the event was over, and even for a couple of hours after that since I decided to ask her to dinner … luckily she said yes.
I don’t think I could ever forget how much I laughed that night and how conversation with her was so enjoyable. I didn’t want the night to end. All I knew was I had never felt like this towards anyone and I knew I would chase after this girl for as long as I had too in order to make sure she was mine.
Definitely the smartest decision I’ve ever made in my life!
how they asked
Peter had mentioned to me that his job was having a “New Years” party on January 9th. I thought this was suspicious since the party was about a week after new years, but I went along with it anyway. Peter could sense I was doubting his story so he said he would send me the invite to show this was a valid event. He created a fake e-invite of the “party” and included all of the information he had mentioned to me. After seeing this, I believed him and was excited because he tells me the party is on the 70th floor at Top of the Rock, which has amazing views of the entire city.
The “party” was supposed to start at 8 p.m. but since we got there a little earlier, we decided we would both check out the views and take some pictures. As soon as we arrived, we were greeted on the 67th floor by a man named Will, who claimed to be a photographer for Top of The Rock, and asked if we wanted to take photos. We agreed and took a couple pictures on that floor. As soon as we finished taking pictures, a woman walks up to me with a small card inside of an envelope and asks if we are going to the 70th floor. After saying yes, she asks me “Would you please give this to the girl in the blue dress?” Even though I remembered thinking this was extremely odd, especially since I was also wearing a blue dress, I agreed. Next, we went to the 69th floor which had an even better view of the city. As we were taking a selfie, the same photographer comes up to us and asks if we wanted to take more pictures, and again we agreed. As soon as Will finished taking pictures, a man walks up to us and again asks if we are going to the 70th floor. After saying yes, he hands me a small envelope and asks if I would “please give this envelope to the pretty girl in the blue dress on the 70th floor?” Thinking this was odd, I asked Peter what was going on and attempted to open them to see what was inside the envelopes, but Peter wouldn’t let me and told me they are not for me and not to open them.
Finally, we decide we would go upstairs to the 70th floor where I assumed the party was taking place. As Peter and I were standing looking at the incredible views, a woman approaches us and hands me a third envelope and says “This is for you” and walks away. At this point, Peter looks at me and admits I was the girl in the blue dress and that the cards were meant for me. As I started to open the envelopes and read them, I couldn’t help but smile and started to tear. The last note read, “I can’t imagine my life without you”. Peter handed me a small photo album which had pictures going as far back as 8 years prior,which was the beginning of our relationship.
As we stood together looking at the album, I couldn’t help but cry at how many memories we have had together and how special that moment felt. As soon as I felt like this moment couldn’t get any better, Peter grabbed me and told me he had something to tell me. We stood on the roof deck with a beautiful view for a beautiful moment. Peter got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.