Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Our Story


I thought I'd give a quick background on the how we met and how he asked me...


Yep, that's my ring. It's designed by David Yurman and yes, it's not your typical engagement ring. But, I have wanted this ring for-eva and I'm not a diamond girl, so its the perfect ring for me.


We met about two years ago at a bar. Take it in.


You can meet the love of your life at a bar. It's not easy.


We met on a night where me and my friends had a pre-drinking party at my apartment. The bar was in walking distance so I drank all I wanted "for free" before heading to the bar to dance it all off. Point is, I was semi-drunk before entering the bar...


On the dance floor He approached me and asked me for a dance lesson. I don't remember what I said here. WAIT. I don't remember what I said for a good chunk of this evening...


After our "lesson", he took me to the bar and next thing I know, he is giving me a shot. I don't do shots. That's one easy way for me to end the night. Plus, I'm already blitzed. No shots for me. I kindly turned it down. He took great offense to that and became upset that I wouldn't accept a drink/shot from him. So off he went.


Two weeks later - I got a text from Him and we talked/texted back and forth the rest of the evening. The next day we were both going to be at a local food festival. We decided to text each other to see if we could meet up there. I never got a text from him. (turns out he forgot his phone at home)


Two weeks later - I was bored to tears late at night and was going through my phone, I saw his number and decided what the heck? I texted him. Again, we texted each other back and forth the rest of the night. This time, he made a date to see me. The date was at a bar, not the same bar, a different bar and it was a happy hour date. The rest is history, we dated, we moved in together, he went to Iraq, he came back...


This January we went to a wedding of a good friend of mine. During the after party, he kept telling me that he wanted to dance on the rooftop with me when we got back home. Our apartment building has an incredible rooftop with a view of downtown. It was around 1am in the morning when we got home and went up to the rooftop and started dancing. Mid-dance, he stopped and told me there was a question he wanted to ask. I turned around and there he was, on bended knee.


And here we are.

4 comments:

Jennifer said...

Lovely story!

Bev said...

And people say you can't meet a good guy at a bar! I'm so happy for yall.

It's A Party said...

Hi I have been following your blog( tidbits)for sometime but have never commented and wanted to say Congratulations.
From reading your blog it seems as if we both work in the same industry (only i am in LA)
I look forward to seeing some of your wedding ideas.

A said...

YAY!