We’re getting married! Let’s celebrate!

Like many modern-day love stories, ours started on Hinge. After texting for a week or two, Alex asked me out for a drink. I wasn’t exactly eager to blindly meet another stranger from a dating app, so I passed. A few hours later, though, I was out with friends in Charlotte, had a change of heart (or 1 too many vodka sodas), and told him he was welcome to come meet us at Brickyard if he wanted. And he did. In my memory, it was raining, so let’s just say he ran through the rain to meet me. Much to my relief, he was actually cute. (Online dating can be a gamble.) We spent the entire night talking and laughing. When I finally got home sometime between very late and very early, I sent him a text that said, “Even if nothing comes of this after tonight, I really enjoyed meeting you.” Then I didn’t hear from him all day... At 4:00 that afternoon, a text finally came through: “Barcelona Wine Bar. 8:00. I’ll pick you up.” The rest is history. What started as a first date quickly turned into countless dinners, weekends together, and long drives between Charlotte and Hickory after Alex moved away. We never seemed to run out of things to talk about or reasons to see each other again. Before we knew it, months had flown by. In September, only a few months after we met, I was talking with my best friend Sam and said, “I know this sounds crazy, but I think I’m going to marry this guy.” Thankfully, I was right. And I can’t wait to see where the rest of our story takes us!