Rob and Callie met at a gastropub in Williamsburg, NY. Callie had been playing dodgeball in the city for a year or so now and her friend from the league offered to show her around the neighborhood. Callie at the time was living in the Dominican Republic ( Washington Heights) and was planning to move to Williamsburg that summer. As they walked, they came across a corner street where her friend mentioned that his friend Lucky lived in a nearby building. They met up with Lucky who extended the invite to his Brooklyn friends. Rob had just moved back to the city about a month before. Rob, a planner type dude, almost turned the offer down as he was flying to Seattle the very next day. “Luckily” Rob had a washer/dryer in his unit and all the preparation for the coming trip was feasible. So he came out for some day drinking and met Callie and they instantly hit it off. Rob had Callie in a fit of laughter with his goofiness and weird sense of humor. Rob did not ask for Callie's number that day and sadly they never saw each other again. No thats not it... That summer, Lucky and Emily (his wife) on numerous occasions, invited Callie to hang out with their Brooklyn friend group. Every time they hung out Rob would be there full of funny jokes and wit. They went to outdoor movies in McCarren Park, Bar crawls, and grill outs. They were just friends until the one Sunday they spent the whole day walking around in Park Slope/Carroll Gardens telling stories, laughing, drinking coffee. They've basically been doing the same things every since.

Callie and I took a walk along the East River on our way to a brewery close to our apartment. I took a seat on a rock wall near the waterfront and asked Callie to sit next to me and take in the view of the city skyline. Callie instead started to take photos of me capturing the absolute state of fear and anxiety I was in. I finally managed to coax her to sit down and at that point I said a bunch of stuff that will stay between us and reached into my pocket for the small velvet bag which I had the ring in. Unbeknownst to me, this bag had a small secondary pocket in it and of course, the ring went into it. I could feel the ring in the bag but wasn’t able to pull it out. At this point, Callie was wondering why I had this look of desperation on my face while I was violently rummaging through my left pocket. I knew the window of opportunity was closing before Callie thought I was having a siezure so I pulled the bag out, grabbed the ring out of this secret pocket, and popped the question.