We were connected through our dear friend, Carly, and were all set to meet for a drink on a beautiful Summer night, at a rooftop bar in the city. Three hours before the date, I started to get cold feet and almost backed out. Two hours before, I arranged to have Carly and friends crash the date shortly in to save me from what I was convinced was going to be another train-wreck of a date. The time came to meet, and as soon as I walked out onto that roof deck and saw him... I knew everything was going to be ok. Long-story-short, it was the best 'first group' date ever for me, and the most expensive 'first group' date ever for him.

It was #nationapizzaday and our last weekend living in the city. Everything was arranged: the dinner reservations were set, the ring was in my pocket, the pregnant photographer hadn't gone into labor yet & was was in position to capture the moment, and the after party was ready to party. All I had to do was eat some pizza, walk out the front door, and get down on one knee. I think its safe to say that I drastically underestimated where my appetite for pizza would be at this moment of the night, but needless to say, I managed my way through the pizza without spoiling the surprise, walked her to the spot in Head House Square, and got her to say 'Yes', followed by tons of happy tears.