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I first met Rameik in ATL in the Summer of 2015. I had just graduated from college and was living my best life! One day a friend of mine (we’ll call him TripleJ for now) popped up in town with his friend from New York (Rameik) and wanted to link up. I was off work that day and had no other plans, so I was all for it! So we agreed to meet up at my apartment to figure out the next move. They showed up with a big bottle of Vodka, we pregamed a little, and ended up bar hopping for the rest of the day through a few day parties at some of Atlanta’s most popular bars/lounges. Later on that day, we all split up to go get redressed for the club that night (talk about party animals!). After several bottles and a whole lot of dancing and flirting back and forth between Rameik and I, we ended up getting into a huge argument on the way home from the club. Now I can’t say who started it and what all was said, but it was not pretty (remember he’s from NY & I’m from ChiTown- you imagine how that argument went lol). Now I was feeling him, but after I got home that night, I didn’t think we would ever see each other or speak again after what happened. But somehow Rameik got my number (Triple J gave it to him without telling me! smh) and texted me the next day saying he apologized for what went down and wanted to make a “Peace Offering” with lunch. So I accepted and we went out for lunch later that day...

A mutual friend, Julian “Juney” Jackson, was the architect of our initial introduction in Atlanta, GA during the summer of 2015. I was in town following my relocation from the Big Apple to Eastern Carolina. Juney phoned me early following a night on the town with the promise of a festive afternoon with several of his female classmates from Clark Atlanta University. I discussed the plan with two of my closest friends and whom sofa I had converted into a makeshift bed. The plan was greenlit and we threw back a few Saturday morning shots before departing for our rendezvous. We arrived at the provided address only to realize that the plan had not been conveyed to the other parties. In fact, we arrived at the residence of Christina, who was recovering from a Friday night on the town. Nonetheless, she welcome us into her home and hosted three large, unfamiliar men. Our introduction was cordial and welcoming for the circumstances at the time. My first impression of Christina was, “Sweet Baby Jesus! Be cool Meik. Be cool.” And despite those other female classmates never joining, our Saturday was amazing. We spent the day enjoying great Atlanta cuisine and strong adult beverages. As night fell upon the city, it was only appropriate that we partake in the legendary Atlanta nightlife. We finally landed at an electrifying hookah lounge where we ordered bottle service and continued our evening debauchery. Christina finally signaled some level of interest and I was able to reciprocate the signaling, it was the Hennessy. Unfortunately, our evening ended in she and I arguing and her threatening to run the vehicle she was driving into a nearby ditch. She is from Southside Chicago after all. The next morning, my mission was to extend an olive branch to feisty woman. She accepted my invitation and we slowly repaired the damage. I received no apology for her threat of vehicular assault. Go figure. We left that lounge together thar night and have been together ever since.

Proposing marriage to Christina was a natural progression of our relationship. I loved her with all my heart, we built our life together, and we were expecting our first child. Furthermore, the free test trial period had expired. I liked it so should put a ring on it. It was a no brainer. “Where do I pop the big question?” “The baby shower of course!” Christina’s parental units were managing all aspects of the celebration back in Chicago and it was perfect timing. I suspected it would triggered an additional emotional response from my future wife and the attendees. My suspicion was spot on. I recall there being a lot of pollen in the air and Mr. Maurice Blandin’s allergies were definitely acting up. We arrived to Chicago a day early and I discussed my plan with my future father-in-law. There was no objection. The following day, I charged Noah with safe keeping the ring. I informed him of the proposal and provided his marching orders. As we approached the conclusion of the gift giving portion of the ceremony, I signaled for Noah to take his place. In classic “Noah” fashion, he nonchalantly supplied me with the final gift for presentation and I was center stage. I like to think I am a simple man with many layers. There was no long, drawn out speech prepared. As I kneeled in my skinny jeans and Chelsea boots, there was a loud gasp followed by roaring cheers. I humbly expressed my love for Christina, my desire to establish a proper household with her, and asked for her hand in marriage. Very classy if I do say so myself. After several minutes of sobbing, I asked, “Is that a yes?” She nodded in acceptance. The pollen index in Chicago was at its highest that afternoon.