Though Blake and I are both actors, that's not the way that we met! In true millennial fashion, we met on a shady dating app nearly 5 years ago. So shady that most people haven't heard of it and I only had the app for 36 hours! Blake was the only person that wrote me a 'normal' message and the minute we exchanged phone numbers I pressed DELETE on the app. However, I had just started a VERY intense cleanse at the time (your mid-20’s are for doing dumb things, right?) so we didn't meet up in real life for two whole weeks. Our first date was on Cinco de Mayo and we met up at the now closed Rocking Horse Café -- a very popular and jam-packed Mexican restaurant in Chelsea, Manhattan. As I waited outside of the restaurant, I heard my name and there was Blake with the warmest smile. That smile melts my heart to this day! Two and a half hours and a few margaritas later, we realized that we hadn’t seen our waiter since we got our food and couldn't find any staff in the hoards of humans! Blake raised those Jack Nicholson brows of his and whispered ‘should we…leave?’. Shocked and a little intrigued by this sudden suggestion of rebellion I whispered back ‘like…dine and DASH?!’. Only margaritas can inspire such an out-of-character move, folks! As we giggled our way down the street, Blake realized he left his bag. Our sordid plan was foiled. He went back to the restaurant – fully expecting to pay when he locked eyes with our waiter. The waiter waved as he said ‘have a great night!’ and turned back around. Stunned, Blake left the restaurant and we've been inseparable ever since. When we met we were both accustomed to the fast paced 'onto-the-next' NYC dating life. Neither of us expected a relationship so you could imagine our surprise when we fell in love. Like people, love evolves over time and I've found that ours has deepened as the years have passed. For the record, that's the only time we've dined-and-dashed and we DO NOT condone that behavior! Margaritas are dangerous!

And not a creature was stirring...except for a grown man wrapping himself in wrapping paper and attempting to sleep on the couch like a deranged Cindy Lou Who. The sound of crinkling paper danced through my head ALL NIGHT as the man tossed and turned in his wrapping paper attire. When I woke up on Christmas morning there was a sign was on the bedroom door that said, 'Under construction. Do not open until Christmas! -Elf Management'. When I opened the door, Blake was laying on the couch, fully wrapped in wrapping paper, with a giant bow and gift tag on his chest. I 'unwrapped' him-- don't worry this story is PG --and in his hand was a medium-sized box. 'This is your gift', groggily said the man wrapped in cheap wrapping paper. As I opened the box, I found tons of trinkets from my favorite jeweler in Brooklyn (Catbird). At the bottom of the box was an even smaller box. He took it from me, got down on one knee, and the rest is history!