How We Met
It was a summer night in Denton, TX. The house smelled of pizza from several nights before. The floor stuck to you a little each time you walked. Loud noises came from a group of people playing beer pong. You guessed it, we met at a frat party. I was living at home for summer break and planned to meet a friend at the party. As I walked to the back door a bearded stranger approached and introduced himself. He smoothly said “You look a lot like Kerri Walsh!” Me being a super educated sports person quickly responded with “Thank you? I’m not sure who that is but I hope it’s a good thing.” After Scott and I’s introduction at the party we didn’t see each other until our senior semester of college (1.5 years later). Again, we ran into each other at the hot spot locals called Fry Street. For several weekends we would run into each other at Tavern. (sorry Mom) Don’t let the name fool you, it’s a gold mine for cheap drinks and to continually sway with the crowd jammed into the area. Seriously, Tavern how did you get away with fire code capacity? Anyway, each time Scott and I ran into each other we would stay focused on our conversation for hours. When we talked I felt like I was the most important person in the room. We learned a lot about each other including our taste in music (Avenged Sevenfold) and discussed our future career goals.
It was our moments on Fry Street that we both knew there was a strong connection between us. Scott smoothly asked for my number on the 3rd run in and we began texting. Ultimately the texting stopped after a couple of weeks due to busy schedules. The Avenged Sevenfold concert was coming up and my friend was no longer able to go. I really wanted to talk to Scott again but was too freaked out to text him first so with some advice from my college roommates I built up the courage to send a text similar to the below:
“Hey! Are you and your brother still going to the Avenged Sevenfold concert tonight? My friend can’t go. If you go, you should record it for me!” This was my masterfully crafted and careful text in hopes of hinting to Scott to ask me to go to the concert with them. Scott then responded: “Come with us!” and the rest is history. JUST KIDDING. His response was….. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! He did not text me back. He interpreted my hesitant and foolproof text as using him to record the show… Fail.
After college, Scott and I continued to run into each other at several events and mutual friends birthdays. Each time we ran into each other we always ended up focused only on the other and talking for hours. Finally, during the summer of 2016, the timing for Scott and I aligned. My roommate was still good friends with Scott’s best friend so I would tag along with her to hang out that summer. Thank you, Megan Dunn for unintentionally bringing Scott and me together again! It was then that Scott told me “I’m not seeing anyone else and I don’t want you to either.”
Scott and I couldn’t be separated! We wanted to spend every moment together. We learned as much as we could about each other. We quizzed ourselves constantly and wanted to understand our own personalities more and how we best communicate with each other. Scott being the ENTJ he is, told me he loved me first in October while celebrating a friends birthday. I was overwhelmed with emotion at the time but knew I couldn’t imagine the rest of my life without him. Scott is truly the most generous, caring and kind-hearted person I have ever met. I am so thankful he was brought into my life that Denton summer so many years ago. I can’t wait to be husband & wife!
P.S. – Once we started dating Scott finally admitted he wasn’t a huge fan of Avenged Sevenfold nor was his brother…
how they asked
I always promised my Mom an unforgettable trip to NYC for her 50th birthday. So Scott and I started planning our trip to the Big Apple. We invited his parents to join us as a way for our parents to get to know each other more. Or that’s what I thought! Little did I know the trip I had planned would be even more unforgettable than anticipated!
Once we landed in NYC Scott was adamant about finding a restaurant to celebrate my Moms birthday. I started researching places to make a reservation. This is when Scott started sweating bullets! He had already made reservations at The Ribbon on the edge of Central Park. Thankfully, he has a great relationship with my Mom and she was able to step in and get me to stop planning by telling me “the hotel highly recommended The Ribbon, would Y’all want to try that?” Smooth, Mom. Very smooth.
We get to the restaurant and the host tells us we would need to wait 30 minutes to be seated. So we decide to explore the area. I had no idea as we were exploring we were making our way into Strawberry Fields in Central Park. A place that has always been special to me. Scott then pulled me close and took a knee on the “Imagine” tile in the middle of the John Lennon memorial. “Marilyn Elizabeth Anderson, I love you so much. Will you marry me?” I enthusiastically responded, “of course!”