This Is How We Do It

You could say it was "love at first bite". While enjoying chicken wings on a patio with some friends, Greg showed up to crash our ladies day out. At first, we had nothing in common - he was older, established, proud of the city he was from while I was plotting my exit and figuring out life one flight at a time. After far too many drinks and some inappropriate conversations, high-fives flew and everything changed. For the next year, we spent nearly everyday with one another frequenting Anchor Grill, taking short weekend trips, attending local concerts/festivals, drinking all of the beer and eating all of the food Cincinnati has to offer.

It was our last night in Paris and we were heading to dinner. On our right, we passed a horse-drawn carriage and Greg asked the driver if he was waiting on a princess. Used to his sense of humor, I didn't think much of this interaction until the driver replied " why yes, I am waiting for Princess Aimee." Unable to contain my excitement, I yelled nooooooooo and began jumping up and down as the driver handed me a glass slipper. We boarded the carriage and were greeted by a dozen roses, macarons and bottle of champagne to enjoy as we toured the streets of Paris. With our time in Paris dwindling, we crossed the Pont Alexandre III, a bridge I dreamed of seeing someday and the only site we hadn't visited during our time in the city. Unable to contain my excitement, I asked to exit the carriage to have our picture taken. We began to smile, Greg got down on one knee, grabbed my hand and I shouted "YESSSSS" before he could even ask the question. After many tears and "holy fucking shits" we boarded a romantic dinner cruise along the Seine.