We’re Getting Married!

We first met at a speed dating mixer between Brian’s fraternity and my sorority. We talked for approximately three minutes—about what we cannot recall, but I remembered he had the best smile. I was feeling brave so I approached him at the end of the mixer and told him that I hoped to see him at the after party. Much to my chagrin he did not show because he had an early accounting class.

Surprisingly, after the mixer, Brian and I became friends. When another internship opened up at my architecture firm, Brian applied, and I gave him a glowing recommendation. We sat across from each other for nearly a year before he asked me out. Our first date was at Applebee's Grill & Bar followed by a viewing of Little Miss Sunshine.

I had just finished volunteering at DePaul's annual Christmas concert and Brian had offered to pick me up from the church. On a suspiciously long walk to the car park, Brian led me through Depaul's quad, which was completely empty and dark, except for a singular lit Christmas tree. He pretended to tie his shoe, I turned to see him on one knee and a light from inside the box reflecting off the most beautiful diamond ring.