It's December 2005.
I'm squished on a couch next to a really cute guy in some random guys' apartment while his roommates move around the furniture so that they can clear a space to have a spontaneous gymnastics contest (i.e. showing off to the girls in the room). "Sometimes I think I'm the only sane one in this place" the cute guy says to me. I looked at him, and at that moment I had a very specific thought that had nothing to do with what was going on or what he just said. "This is a guy that I could marry."
It was a very random thought. I was surprised at myself. I probably turned red out of embarrassment even though he had no idea what I just thought. I had just met him. I didn't know anything about him beyond our small talk conversation that night. I was only there because randomly the heating bar in my apartment oven exploded in half and I had to bring dessert to a meeting that night. My roommate was dating his roommate and said that I could finish baking the dessert in his oven. I didn't know him. But for some reason I felt like I knew. Something was telling me that this guy was different than the guys I dated. This guy could be the one. I wasn't even a fan of "the one" theory or "love at first sight" but there I was.
It took a year for the cute guy to figure out what I felt in the beginning, but that first thought became a self fulfilling prophecy. On a beautiful snowy night after getting stuck in the snow and having to call his roommates and enlist the help of several random guys nearby to get us out, he took me up to our place at the top step of my old apartment King Henry #311, and knelt down. I don't remember what he said, mostly because I was crying, and extremely nervous that the current residents were going to come out and spoil the moment. He was the perfect guy, it was the perfect place, and the perfect question. I said yes.
I look back many times in amazement that we even came together. So many coicidences had to happen for us to meet but for however tiny and outdated apartment #311 was, I'm forever grateful for it.
Photo taken at "our place" where I lived when we first met, where we said good bye every night, where he remembered that I first said I love you (something I cannot recall), and where he proposed. What babies we were!
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