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We both knew "of" each other in high school- he was the tall kid with the Bieber hair, and she was the tall girl who was two years older. 10 years later, we matched on a dating app, and the rest is history! We both agree that we fell in love during our first date, and neither of us ever looked back.

I have made James watch more Bachelor seasons than he is proud to admit. He "hates watching", but somehow always gets emotionally invested... it happens to the best of us. On the night of Pilot Pete's season finale, James and I came back from sushi and my apartment was covered in candles and rose petals. A single red rose and a ring box sat on top of a little podium, just like on The Bachelor. After much panicking (on my end) about who had been in my apartment, how did they get inside, how long was my cat locked inside with lit candles, who was involved, who was hiding upstairs, James finally calmed me down long enough to get down on one knee and ask me to marry him. When he opened the ring box, there was a light inside, so naturally I yelled, "Is that a light?!" To which James responded, "Is that a yes?!" It was a yes. I'm not decisive on most things. I overthink, over analyze, over everything. But marrying James and sharing a life with him makes more sense to me than anything else in the world. It was the proposal of my reality TV-obsessed dreams and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life watching horrible shows with my husband!