1. When Boy Alex first introduced himself to Girl Alex in the back of an Uber, she said: a. "Real funny." b. "No it's not." c. "SHUT THE F***UP, THAT'S MY NAME!" 2. The first attempt Girl Alex made in order to get Boy Alex to notice how undeniably awesome she is, was: a. Lying about her relation to Minnesota Vikings wide receiver Adam Thielen b. Bragging about binge-watching every Star Wars film in one weekend c. Joining his flag football team while never having even thrown a football 3. Following Girl Alex's relentless 6-month pursuit, Boy Alex finally asked her out: a. After witnessing Girl Alex rap all the words to Blackstreet's "No Diggity" b. After trying out her dad's home-brewed beer c. After watching their flag football referee ask Girl Alex on a date 4. On their first date, who paid? a. Boy Alex slipped the server his credit card before they even sat down b. Girl Alex (it was payday and she was feelin' generous) c. Boy Alex suggested to Girl Alex they play "Credit Card Roulette" 5. After their first date, Boy Alex and Girl Alex shared their first kiss: a. On a romantic rooftop of a downtown bar overlooking the city skyline b. On her front porch as he walked her up to her apartment door c. In the back parking lot of the sushi restaurant (modern romance, amiright?) (HINT: THE ANSWER TO EVERY QUESTION IS "C")

If you were to ask Boy Alex the story of our proposal, he'd likely sputter something along the lines of, "Keeping this a secret was like having a 2nd job, I was sweating all morning, almost crapped my pants because you kept asking questions, I think I blacked out all day, but hey, you said yes!" While he's not entirely wrong, I (Girl Alex) have a much more floaty-fairytale version of what happened, so here goes... A week before the proposal, Alex came to me with a bribe: "Mike and I wanna watch football, so let's go to brunch where you and Lindsay can drink mimosas!" Clearly he's well-versed in my love language, so it took literally NO convincing. A day before "brunch", Alex texts me with a slight change of plans: "Let's go early to walk Lexie on the beach, it'll be nice out!" Hmm. Naturally, questions begin spewing out in a wave of blue iMessage bubbles: "Why are we taking the dog to brunch? Is it dog-friendly? Walking the beach in my suede boots?! Can I just wear yoga pants?" (that was a hard no). Alex (who was about to chuck his phone at this point) popped back with surprisingly valid responses, so there was no additional need for interrogation. The morning of the proposal, he appeared calm and collected as I got ready, which wasn't remotely the case. We parked by our favorite beach and began walking down the hill. I was so focused on being the only clown to ever wear knee-high boots to a beach that I didn't even notice the ADORABLE picnic setup waiting for us. I began reading a sign that said, "Alexandra, my love, will you marry me?" and all chill was lost. To this day, we both couldn't tell you ONE WORD he said, but based on my answer to his question, he must've said something right! Our good friends were there to capture every ugly-cry while Lexie happily dug into the cheese board. We then arrived at my parents' house to a surprise party with our loved ones! Pretty sure I'm still hungover from that day, but VERY sure I can't wait to marry my best friend!