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We like to say we met at a bar...
... a classy martini bar called tazza.
Which is, in fact, very true. The first time we met face to face, that is.
Here is a brief timeline of events.
August 26, 2005: "Hey cutie, hit me up if you want to grab drinks sometime."
- Rich, via MySpace {it's true. We met online.}
Just about a week later: "That's bold of you. And how are you today {or something way dorky like that}." - Sarah, who read the message shortly after recieving it, forgot about it, because she had just celebrated her birthday, & took a few days to sober-up & realize she almost missed e v e r y t h i n g.
About two weeks: Chit-chat back & forth about art, life, families, hobbies, jobs, & so on. We decide to meet on Tuesday, September 13.
September 13: Sarah forgets her sister is coming to visit {I know, right?} & has to cancel last minute. Cannot get a hold of Rich via MySpace, tries to text him {any way to avoid actually talking on the phone...}. He never calls her back. She thinks that he thinks that she stood him up & therefore, will never agree to meet her again.
September 14: Sarah sends Rich a...well...not-so-nice message via MySpace bascially telling him that if he does not want to meet her then he should be ever-so-kind enough to tell her. Rich writes back saying, in fact, he did respond to her message, she just did not get it. *note* Sarah believes him because MySpace often sucks. We agree to meet that night.
That night: We meet at tazza. Talk about lucid dreaming & who knows what else. We go our separate way, both realizing that something good has just begun.
Fast-forward through many, many dates, concerts, movies, dinners, parties, & good times...
New Years 2006: Sarah decides Rich is her boyfriend & will refer to him as that in conversation.
April 2006: Rich decides he will {finally} call Sarah his girlfriend.
And that is the somewhat fuzzy timeline of how we met.
oh, la! la! engaged!
La Tour Eiffel. Even if you have not been to Paris it evokes some sort of emotion. For me it was a kind of romance & glamor that only existed in dreams or days gone by, & certainly not something that could exist in my reality. But that all changed on September 29, 2008.
Rich & I set out for the tower on our first full day in Paris, each with our own agendas {unbeknownst to each other of course}. We enjoyed our daily dose of pain au chocolat & crepes au chocolat {seriously, we are in Paris. Chocolate for every meal is quite okay} we walked through one of the small parks below the tower. It was early still & few people were in the park. We stopped at the pond to admire the ducks {because the Parisian mallard is so much more chic than the American, no?}.
What occurred next is still as hazy as the morning it happened. I snapped a photo of a duck, looked over at Rich to discover he was down...on...bended knee! What!?! I am not sure if he held my hands or I clutched the camera, but I do know he asked me to marry him & I do know that I said YES! As in "yesofcourseohmygoodnessIcannotbelievethisishappening. Okay breathe." He stood up & pulled the ring out of his pocket. The ring that he carried around everyday in his work bag for two weeks before our trip & for 3 days in Amsterdam & 1 day in Paris. The ring that he, with a bit of help from his mom & sister, picked out by himself. The ring that is absolutely perfect & the first real piece of jewelry that I have owned & actually worn. Then I cried. I knew when the day came that Rich proposed to me it would be a surprise. He always said it would be. Was it ever!
