How We Met
Andrew and I went to high school together, but we rarely spoke. He was dating a girl who absolutely abhorred me (I still couldn’t tell you why she didn’t like me) and I was dating another guy as well. In college, though, things changed; we didn’t go to the same college, but we had stayed somewhat connected through social media. Andrew followed me on Twitter, and one morning I tweeted something silly about my cat. Andrew responded and we bantered back and forth for a while about cats, which somehow ended up with us exchanging numbers. Come to find out, we had both been through terrible breakups with our high school sweethearts and we had a lot in common. We talked about how much we’d been hurt, how we healed, our travels, our taste in music, and so much more. We drove around all evening after our first date and just talked. We never ran out of things to say. Now, we’re getting married and I am over the moon! We have done so much together. We have been to Iceland, we’ve lived in Mew York City and Philadelphia, and we love each other so much. He’s my best friend and my dad divulged to me that, when Andrew asked my father if he could propose to me, he told my dad “she’s my best friend”. That makes two of us, I suppose.
how they asked
Andrew has been in his new job for a while now and he promised me that we would go on a date once we settled in. Well, this weekend was my “date weekend” that he’d been promising! He took me to Franklin Institute, the top of the One Liberty Skyscraper, and out to dinner/breakfast this weekend. Last night, after our first round of dates, we came home and he seemed a little antsy. He said “can we take a walk?” but it was pouring outside. I protested because it was 1.) late and 2.) raining. He sighed and seemed unusually upset that I didn’t want to walk with him. He ran inside and I saw him hide a box in our dresser drawer. I knew immediately what was up. I said, “you know, you could do that here”. He said, “I wanted to do this somewhere other than our house”, and I told him anywhere would be special. He said “well, stand up at least”. Then he pulled the ring back out, got down on one knee, and asked. I sobbed (obviously) and then we relaxed all night together, just the two of us. I wore his favorite hockey jersey and we celebrated with snacks and our favorite TV shows. This guy is my best friend and I can’t imagine life without him; now, I never have to.