Kate and I met in the fall of 2016, on the first floor of the Harvard Science Center in a physics help-room. I was there because I needed to be, and Kate was there because she seems to genuinely enjoy studying. She had just moved to Boston to start her graduate program, and mentioned she was looking for people to go to the Clemson v. Boston College football game. Being the gentleman that I am, I obliged the pretty blonde girl. Since that first date we’ve been inseparable. What’s the lesson here? Always go to help-rooms, not only will they improve your GPA, you just might find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.

In May 2018 we had finally arrived at the finish line: Harvard graduation. It had been a long few years, but our year and a half of dating had made the grueling library nights and over-caffeinated study marathons just a little bit easier to handle. Graduation was on a Thursday, and Jordan would be leaving two days later for a month long EMT course back home in Indiana while I stayed in Boston. Earlier that week, Jordan mentioned that he wanted to go to Top of the Hub on Friday. This was one of our favorite restaurants in Boston, located at the top of the Prudential Center. I had been gently hinting about getting engaged for quite awhile at that point, but since there had ben several false alarms, I knew better than to get myself worked up anticipating a proposal. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jordan was up to something. First of all, Jordan planned a date for just us while his family was in town, which seemed a little bit strange. I told myself he was simply trying to be romantic, so as not to get my hopes up. I found a second thing to be out of place when I texted him to tell him I was on my way to the restaurant. He was already there, fifteen minutes early, which we all know is out of character for Jordan. Lastly, upon my arrival, I found that Jordan was also wearing a new shirt. We all know that Jordan shopping clothes unprompted and unsupervised is definitely not a normal occurrence. Being the laid back, easy going girl that I am, I immediately began patting down Jordan's pockets for a ring box as I greeted him, and found nothing. By the time we sat down for drinks at Top of the Hub, I confessed that I had gotten my hopes up (again), but I understood that a proposal definitely would not happen tonight. I vowed to enjoy the moments together and stop trying to jump ahead. Feigning exasperation, Jordan exclaimed “Do you really think I’d propose with my shoes untied!?” When I looked down, he was on one knee, asking me to marry him. I said yes.