WE'RE GETTTING MARRIED!

A girl had just transferred from NYU to the University of Michigan. On one of her first nights in Ann Arbor, she found herself pregaming at a men’s rowing house. At one point she was introduced to a group of guys. She was intrigued by a tall, quiet blonde boy with a gorgeous smile. They didn’t talk much, but she made a mental note to remember his name. She and her girlfriends went out that night, probably to Charley’s/Skeeps/Rick’s. Around 2am, they ended up with a group of friends back at this rowing house, only this time in the attic apartment where the tall blonde lived. There was a warm glow on her face, music blasting, and above it muffled sounds of those type of loud conversations that only happen past midnight, and when at least three drinks are involved. "Who's hungry?" asked the tall blonde. "I can make something!" replied the girl. “Are you sure?” “Of course! What do you have?” “Umm… pasta?” “Let me look.” The tall blonde helped her to find her way around his tiny galley kitchen. She could tell right away he was one of the kindest people she had ever met. There was something about him that made her feel instantly at ease. She found a box of penne on the shelf, and tons of cheese in the fridge. She boiled the pasta. She made a roux. She grated the cheese. She combined all the ingredients and made a homemade stovetop mac n cheese. “What do you think?” she asked him? He took a bite and smiled. “Will you marry me?” he asked. She laughed. “Yes!” she said. He hugged her, lifting her off the ground with ease. “Oh, here!” she said, taking off her Tiffany’s heart ring that she never took off. She placed it on his pinky. It didn’t fit past the second knuckle, but he wore it anyways. "Now it's official." The rest of the night, they would ask their friends, “Have you heard?” And the tall blonde would show them the ring. That tall blonde boy was Alex. The girl was Sarah. And now it's actually official!