Zach and Cailin
how we met
Zach and I both dislike the story of how we met; anyone who has ever asked has likely endured a long awkward pause, accompanied by some giggles, as we nervously look each other in the eyes and begrudgingly start to share. Since it’s the first thing most people ask a couple, we actually have a running joke that we can’t wait until enough time has passed that we can get away with just saying, “I’m too old to remember.” So, instead, I’m going to share a shortened version of ‘how we fell in love.’
Shortly after we met, Zach asked me out on our first date. I agreed to go under one condition: I was going to drive, because I didn’t quite trust him not to kidnap me yet. I claim to be a good driver, but he still won’t let me live down running a red light and going the wrong way down a one-way street that day. We went out to lunch at a Mediterranean café and later went on a walk, where I took him to my favorite spot by the lake near my house. He picked flowers for me on the trail, and I swore right then and there I would marry him.
It was springtime, which meant it was probably more my allergies than him that had been making me feel light-headed. Still, I was eager to see Zach again, so I couldn’t decline his invitation to go to an outdoor concert the next day. I sniffled and coughed my way through it, but I couldn’t have been happier. The following morning, I woke up and drove to an urgent care clinic because I was having difficulty breathing. The nurse told me it wasn’t just allergies and said she was going to have to call an ambulance, because my throat was closing up. Zach met me at the ER and held my hand as a doctor stuck a needle down my throat and drained the abscess growing on my tonsil. How’s that for a gooey love story??
He spent the next disgusting week with me as I spit all my saliva into a cup, was delirious on pain medication, and probably forgot to shower. Even though I knew just a couple days sooner than he, Zach will say that he knew he was going to marry me in the middle of one of those nights: we were sitting on my bathroom floor while I threw up into my toilet, in between fits of laughter… I swear to God, that’s our weird love story.
how they asked
One of the reasons Zach and I click so well is that we have the same sense of humor. We love Aziz Ansari’s show, “Master of None,” and had been planning our own ‘Nashville Date,’ just like in our favorite episode. We planned to go in March, but for Valentine’s Day, Zach’s gift to me was that he had hired a photographer to take our photos while we were there. Obviously, I know how these things go. I started scouring his apartment for the ring and told my roommates that Zach was proposing; they were pretty much on call during our whole trip.
We met our photographer at a cute little restaurant, and eventually, Zach led me out back. As you may know from reading our love story, flowers are the key to my heart, so, when I saw the greenhouse bar and a bouquet of flowers lying on the ground, my mind went completely blank. Luckily, Carrie was there to snap some photos, because I honestly don’t remember the proposal one bit.
As soon as we were finished taking photos, we walked through an alley back to my car. I think it wasn’t until then that I fully regained my consciousness, came out of a daze, and realized what had just happened. Zach and I yelled, “WE’RE GETTING MARRIED!” at the top of our lungs to the first guy we saw. Even though he was a perfect stranger, he ran over and gave me a huge hug. It was probably the best hug anyone has ever given another human being in the history of the world.
P.S. sorry to any friends, family, or unsuspecting roommates who thought they had better reactions when I called to break the news.