How We Met
James and I met during our sophomore year at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, MA. We lived in the same dorm and met through mutual friends/neighbors a couple of weeks after the semester began. He had the loudest, most obnoxious laugh I’d ever heard in my life. Something about him was contagious, so when he asked me to be his girlfriend on an elevator a week after we first met I said, “I thought I already was?” Another week passed and he told me he was in love with me. I thought he was crazy.
Six years, two degrees and three apartments later he asked me to marry him.
I knew the big question was coming but I didn’t know when or how. James can’t keep a secret to save his life, so instead he tried to throw me off the scent by making up a bunch of ridiculous proposal scenarios and insisting that all of them were true. He told me he was planning on popping the question in Lincoln Center, on the Brooklyn Bridge and in Central Park!
Finally, one Friday in February after an exceptionally stressful day of work, James asked me to meet him at our new apartment in Park Slope. We had just signed the lease a few days prior; he told me we were picking up our keys. Little did I know he had already gotten them from our super. When I opened the door he was on one knee. Tealight candles covered every surface and rose petals were scattered across the floor. It was intimate, romantic and totally cliché in the best possible way. In all my years of daydreaming I had never imagined such beautiful ring. The whole evening felt so seamless, although James later revealed that he’d been nervously awaiting my arrival, plunging to his knee each time he heard the entryway to our brownstone creak open. Apparently there were a couple of false alarms!
The first thing I did (after saying yes, of course) was FaceTime my mom. After spilling some happy tears James told me he had a car waiting to take us to the 1 Hotel at Brooklyn Bridge for the weekend, where he’d booked us a top floor suite. The view from our room overlooked the lower tip of the Manhattan skyline and the Statue of Liberty. The hotel staff had the most beautiful bouquet I’ve ever seen waiting for us in our room with a bottle of champagne. The next morning we relaxed with a romantic couples massage at the hotel spa, followed by more champagne. We capped off a perfect weekend with an unforgettable meal at The River Café, a Michelin-star restaurant that floats on an underwater pier nestled beneath the Brooklyn Bridge. I’m still trying to pull myself back to reality.