“You'll meet the right one when you least expect it," is something that people love to tell singles. Before we met, both Clyde and I received that advice constantly, we'd give the obligatory smile and nod, while growing frustrated, wondering why people love to say that. Then we realized it's because it's true (but still annoying). When Clyde and I met, neither of us were expecting to find each other. In fact, we'd just about given up on looking. There we were on that fateful October night, scrolling mindlessly through Bumble, both of us about to delete our accounts but figured it wouldn't hurt to check one last time. And then we saw one another: a handsome, charming fisherman who loves his dog, and a captivating siren with a vivacious personality. We spent the next six hours talking. Conversation came easy; the hours passed effortlessly. It would be another afternoon until we would meet. Waiting was hard; hours were longer and seemingly, endless. When finally we met, endless hours of painfully waiting faded to a painfully desired outcome; it was immediately apparent that six-hours of conversation wasn’t sufficient; a mutual and welcome feeling; a palatable taste of love we now craved more of. What was the last encounter of a deleted app became -as advertised- that thing we expected least; an encounter to last forever; the right one.

It's a very romantic story of how I proposed. I wanted it to be a total surprise when I proposed to him. Ahhhh only kidding my love. I would love to say it was a surprise but to be honest, I don't think Katya was surprised by any of it. In fact, she knew it was coming from the moment she woke up that day. My plan was to take her out to dinner at Gray Barns and then down to Old Mill beach for a walk with Stanley (our dog) at sunset, at which point, I would ask her to marry me. This is more or less what happened, but Katya being who she is, figured it all out and was full of anxiety the entire day in anticipation! I knew Katya would kill me if I didn't have it photographed, so true to my nature, at the eleventh hour, I called up my brother and explained to him the plan. This gave him enough time to do just about nothing but he managed to get his camera and rush into position. We finished dinner and headed to the beach for our evening walk, and as we parked, we ran into my Mom who was also going for her evening walk at the beach. Mom truly was going for her evening walk and had no idea I was going to be doing it then and there. If Katya had any doubts earlier, she was now certain she knew what was about to happen. Despite all this, I managed to get Katya in her pretty dress through the knee-deep water and out to the sand flats. The rest is history! She, of course, said Yes!