how we met
We met at a college athletics convention in Dallas. I had just started my startup and I was attending the convention to pitch my product. Prior to flying to Dallas, a friend of mine introduced me to Shawn, who was going to be my potential client. I took Shawn and his team out to dinner (which Shawn considers our “first date” – the first dinner we had was Southern barbecue and banana pudding for dessert, which is our favorite! Oh, and I paid for our “first dinner.”).
Nothing we discussed over dinner was relevant to my business or college sports. Instead, we talked about our favorite desserts and musicals (Shawn and I both love musicals). After dinner, I joined Shawn for drinks at a bar, where he was hanging out with his coworkers and other convention attendees. We were up till 2:00 a.m talking to each other. After the convention, Shawn flew back to Seattle, and I flew back to L.A. Thats what started our long-distance relationship until Shawn relocated to L.A a year later.
how they asked
I had a busy three months and I was in need of a staycation weekend. I’m the planner in our relationship, and I usually plan our trips. This time, however, I asked Shawn to plan our weekend getaway, because I had so much going on. Shawn wouldn’t tell me where we were going. I had to pack for the trip, but all he said was “pack some warm clothes.” Thinking we would probably go somewhere local, like San Diego or Santa Barbara, I packed a couple of sweaters. Shawn came to pick me up and he told me to make sure that I bring my driver license because we’d be drinking that weekend. I thought that was such a random thing for him to say, but I didn’t think too hard.
As soon as I got in the car, he plugged in the directions to the airport on his phone. Still thinking we’d be staying local that weekend, I thought it was weird to fly to San Diego or Santa Barbara, since it’s much easier to drive. Once we got to the airport, I found out that we were actually flying to San Francisco. I started panicking because I hadn’t packed any clothes that were warm enough for the SF weather in March.
We arrived in SF late at night and checked into our hotel. I opened our suite door and there were rose petals on the floor leading to the bed. On the bed, there were more rose petals in a heart shape and a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne. I still had no idea that Shawn was going to pop the question… I thought it was a special romantic package that the hotel offered. Shawn called me from behind, and when I turned around, there he was, on his knee, asking me to marry him. I had no idea this trip was a proposal trip, and I was speechless. I kept repeating myself: “I didn’t see this coming, I didn’t see this coming.” Shawn had to ask the question again: “Umm… are you going to say yes?” And I finally came out of my daze and said “Yes!”:)