Trung and I met one day before school started at Boston University. We both were freshman science nerds pursuing biomedical engineering degrees and as faith would have it, we were placed in the same freshman engineering class. Our first group outing took place at the infamous BU Beach (if you close your eyes you can hear the cars honking). Since most of us didn't know each other, they decided to do a "tell us something quirky about yourself" icebreaker. Well, that's when I heard the "quirkiest", more like the weirdest, thing ever.... Trung liked pasta WITHOUT SAUCE!! Unfortunately, that’s my first memory of him but that’s not when our journey began. Months passed before I recognized Trung as something other than the no sauce kid and when it happened, it played out like a cheesy rom-com. One day he was just Trung and the next he was the hot guy in class walking in with his personal fan and dramatic halo lighting. At that moment my pursuit to win him over began.

Trung y yo nos conocimos en la Universidad de Boston el día antes de la matriculación. Ambos éramos nerds de ciencias y decidimos obtener un título en Ingeniería Biomédica. Y, como la fe lo tendría, nos colocaron en la misma clase de ingeniería de primer año. Nuestra primera excursión grupal tuvo lugar en la infame playa BU (si cierras los ojos puedes escuchar los coches tocando la bocina). Como la mayoría de nosotros no nos conocíamos, decidieron hacer un rompehielos "cuéntanos algo peculiar sobre ti". Bueno, ahí es cuando escuché lo "más peculiar", más parecido a lo más extraño ... ¡A Trung le gustaba la pasta SIN SALSA! Desafortunadamente ese es mi primer rescuerdo de el, pero nuestra historia comenzaría mas luego. Pasaron unos meses antes de que reconociera a Trung como algo más que el chico sin salsa y, cuando sucedió, fue como una comedia romántica cursi. Un día él solo era Trung y al siguiente era el chico guapo de la clase que entraba con su ventilador personal y su espectacular iluminación de halo. En ese momento comenzó mi búsqueda para conquistarlo.

Ten years ago, before I knew Evelyn well, I was driving through her hometown of Hartford, CT and stopped to hang out for a few hours. We were walking along the riverfront (river walks eventually became our thing) and out of nowhere, she dropped a bomb. "This is my special place," she said, "Where I'd like to be proposed to." Confused for a second, I thought, why'd she tell me that? We barely know each other and we aren't even dating. Other than noting it as weird, my brain never flagged it as something to remember. Ten years later, I was preparing for my proposal but was struggling to find the perfect spot. Ever since we've been together, Evelyn never dropped hints about her ideal proposal. I had some ideas but none stood out as the best option. Then I remembered our river walk from ten years earlier. Did she really say that or was I misremembering? Why would she only tell me once? A couple weeks of deep thinking later and I was no closer to remembering. So I took a leap of faith (50/50 shot at best) and proposed to Evelyn at her "special place." Fortunately, I guessed right and thankfully, she said "Yes."