How We Met
We met the way I suppose our generation would now consider “traditional” – with the help of the world wide web. We had both gotten out of long-term relationships and had very little luck in the dating scene. Blame it on a lack of time or simply a mutual weirdness, we both signed up for eHarmony and just before my subscription was up (I had no intention of renewing), I stumbled upon Ryan’s profile and shot him a wink, or was it a smile? We talked on the site for about a week when Ryan private messaged me with his number. I wasted no time and shot him a text… at 2 AM… it said something embarrassing like, “Please don’t think I’m weird, I’m a night nurse, and just wanted to make sure you had my number :-)” I thought this relationship was over before it even started, who texts someone at 2 in the morning? Much to my surprise, Ryan responded immediately. We starting texting and chatting on the phone over the next week before we had our first date on January 23rd, 2013 in NYC.
We first (physically) met at Grand Central Station, I must have circled the big clock 4 times before I built up the courage to walk up to him for the first time. We had dinner at a cute, awkwardly quiet, Italian restaurant in Midtown. It took me until the middle of the second course to finally stop being nervous. I’ll never forget the way his eyes lit up when I told him Remember the Titans was my favorite movie and his expression when I told him that I had never seen Star Wars. Our conversation never skipped a beat for the rest of the night, he even had to run back to the restaurant to get his forgotten briefcase. By the end of the night and a cup of Starbucks later, I was completely smitten. We had our first kiss at Track 32 at 8:52 just before I got back on the train home. And as I sat down in my seat, I smiled to myself, and texted my best friend to tell her I had just met my husband.
how they asked
While Christmas is typically our favorite time of year, this December was a rough one for my family. On December 5th, we lost my beloved grandmother at the wonderful age of 92. She absolutely adored Ryan and would constantly tease me about getting married, telling me all she wanted was to eat cake at her granddaughter’s wedding. I was devastated we were never able to give her that wish, but thankful that she and Ryan were able to meet each other and that he got to experience her beautiful spirit and unconditional love. A little over a week later, with some convincing from Ryan and my mom, I decided not to cancel our annual Christmas party, but instead, hosted a few close friends and family for an intimate gathering.
We had been talking about getting engaged for quite some time. Okay, I’ll be honest, I have been talking about getting engaged for quite some time, while Ryan patiently listened and angelically dealt with my occasional moments of weakness. The running joke was that there was no way Ryan could surprise me. With my Type A personality and need to control everything around me, he knew I would be suspicious the moment he asked to go get ice cream. He even went as far as planning several dates well in advance to try to throw me off. Of course, with grandma’s passing, the possibility of an engagement was completely off my radar. In fact, the night before we got engaged, Ryan told me he and a friend were planning to go see the new Star Wars movie some time the next day, to which I responded, “Fine, if you’re having a guys afternoon, I’m going to have a girl one and go get my nails done.” Little did I know this was part of his plan.
That evening, just as our guests began arriving, Ryan came home to me cooking up a storm, my hair in a messy bun, not a spot of make-up on, and an outfit that just is not worth mentioning. This is when he knew I didn’t suspect a thing. And he was right. We spent the rest of the evening catching up with our family, eating good food, and watching Christmas movies. Just before my cousin Sara arrived, I decided to change into something decent. Then as I started fixing her up one of my cocktails, Ryan’s cousin Dan announces that we should take pictures in front of the tree. I thought it was a little strange, but as Dan said, “If it’s not on the gram, it didn’t happen!” So we all posed in front of the tree for pictures.
The siblings, then the cousins, then the friends, and finally the happy couple. Did I mention I was a little Type A? As we are posing in front of the tree, Ryan and I begin to disagree over what side to stand on because I’m almost always on the left (I mean, a girl has to have her good side). Before I know what’s happening, I see Ryan pulling a blue box out of the tree. The only thing I can say at that precise moment is, “wait what?” He gets down on one knee and pops the question, “Sindy Kim, will you marry me.”
And a few “wait whats” later, I am finally able to say yes in front of our closest friends and family. It was perfect.