While others may not find this to be the most romantic start to a budding relationship, I think our beginning was perfect. We met on Match and I learned quickly that Dan had very high standards. One of the first questions he asked was whether I had an "innie" or an "outtie" belly button. Luckily, I passed the test (if you're wondering I have an innie). After a week of chatting, Dan asked me on a first date. It was super romantic - wine and cheese at Gravelly Point Park. Even though he strolled in late I knew he was a winner. Those first conversations centered around the socks he was rocking and my "safari" outfit (no one can say Dan isn't honest). We went through that first bottle but the conversation was flowing. Dan won me over when he pulled out that second bottle of vino - there is something to be said for preparedness and a shared love for chardon-nay-nay.
Ok ok, yes, I was late, but I had planned a fun and casual date at a unique location that showcases some of the best views of the city. I was witty and charming (so I thought)...and my Easter egg blue and orange socks were off the hook. While the date was a blur, several moments stood absolutely still. I knew I wanted to see this person again even before the first hug hello. She had a twinkle in her eye and a warm way about her. Like many memories of elementary school recesses of years past, I teased and picked on her. I guess I liked her. Three days or so is now the SOP to contact for a second date. I called her the next day and the rest, as they say, is history.
If you asked me the day after we got engaged the story would have gone socmething like this... "All day Dan was acting super weird." He gave me flowers for our anniversary but then, "took them back because he wanted to give them to me at dinner". When asking where our Bose was Dan said Zach borrowed it for a picnic, even though Zach definitely has his own sound system. Finally after many awkward situations, we made our way to DC war memorial. It was beautiful, with country music flowing from the Bose and surrounded by my missing flowers. Dan was so overcome with emotion he could barely get a word out, let alone get down on one knee.
As long as Christy is making up stories, I guess I'll make up one of my own.