We’re getting married!

Scene: February, 2014. Vanderbilt University, Nashville, TN. When we first met through mutual friends, I certainly did nothing to endear myself to her. I figured I blew my chance, but Emily's friend Andrea insisted I make it up to her. I sent Emily a text but that was the last of it when I didn't hear anything. The next Monday, I was walking to class (I'm sure my parents won't believe that part), and as I came up to the bridge to Commons, I see Emily about 100 yards up, buried in her phone (typical millennials). First thought: dip sideways, head down the stairs and take a different way to class. Second thought (thankfully): use this chance to apologize in-person and ask her out. Stunned as she was to see me, she managed to compose herself and miraculously agreed to let me take her out for a date next Saturday. After a couple days had passed, I was too excited to wait all the way 'til Saturday. I asked if she wanted to grab a bagel at Bruegger's tomorrow morning. Looking back, I couldn't have picked a better way to entice her - I honestly think Emily would have an egg bagel every day for breakfast if she could. Anyways, a couple months of dates later, and I knew I wanted to ask her the big question. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Late April and she was studying for finals. Locked in her room pouring through notes. She wouldn't come out with me so I had to send her a text. I felt pretty confident based on how well the past few months had been going, but you just never know. 10 minutes go by. 30 minutes. An hour. Three hours. I called my friend Connor who agrees - only rational thing to do now is hide out. He lets me crash at his place. After 10 hours have gone by I'm pretty sure she's just finding the right way to say "no." Turns out, she had her phone in a drawer on "do not disturb" because unlike me, she focuses on her finals prep. Eventually she found me and happily agreed to give it a shot. Been one hell of a ride since.