It was at Harvard Law School that, Matt, a 1L from a family of wealthy and well-respected Harvard University graduates met and fell in love with Katy, a working-class and quick-witted 2L.
Wait - that's not our Love Story ...
Although we graduated from the same law school a year apart, we didn’t meet until February 2009, when were both working at the same firm in New York.
Katy: I had just transferred to the firm’s New York office and didn’t have any work friends, so I got in the habit of suggesting happy hours to everyone I met – they'd bring their people, I’d bring my people, socializing would occur. (Of course, the truth was that I didn’t know anyone yet, so when the time came my "people” were always "busy" filing "briefs", etc.) My plan paid off when Matt showed up at one of those early happy hours and got the seriously misguided impression that I had a lot of friends.
Matt: A friend of mine from work invited me to a happy hour with a bunch of other junior litigators at the White Horse Tavern near work. Now I knew that the White Horse Tavern in Greenwich Village had been the place to be in the 1950’s, but I don’t think the downtown location ever had a time when it wasn’t a little divey. So it's nice that Katy keeps it classy. As more and more people left the bar, Katy and I just kept talking. I remember being mesmerized by her travel stories from South America.
After several more months of happy hours, cocktail parties, and always sharing cabs because we were the only people living in the utterly convenient, but also utterly cliche neighborhood of Murray Hill, we finally started dating.
A little less than a year after we officially started dating, we took a break from work and went for a walk on a Tuesday afternoon – first to a convenience store for a couple of sodas, and then to a nearby park with a beautiful view of New York Harbor – a place we’d often met for lunch when we first started dating. After sitting down on the bench in the middle of the photo on the right, Matt wasted no time in getting down one knee – catching Katy off-guard as she was in the middle of opening her soda. Which is pretty fitting, really.