Holy Wedding, Fatman and Robyn!

We like to say we failed the same math class at Tri-County Technical College (TCTC)--but really it's more like sob how we both barely passed it, but we passed it! He sat behind me; naturally charmed the class and teacher, as always. I admit, the first time I walked in and saw him, I felt something--my heart fluttered for some reason. I was always aware of his presence during class and felt the absence of it every time class ended, and it wasn't because of his lovable round size. He just...I dunno, but it was always on my mind, even while going through multiple heartaches that semester.

A few months passed and my best friend, my sister, and I are eating lunch, gabbing, when here he comes to greet my bestie--they'd been in a history class together at the time. Him and I remembered each other, we all talked, then him and I were left alone to talk. We'd never really spoken during that math class, but hit it off instantly. All of us hung out from then, on. Eventually, he had a girlfriend and, while calm outwardly, I couldn't explain why it tore my heart. Like I had missed the opportunity of a lifetime. A few months later, he isn't with her--my heart lightens. We talked more and more, him and I. I oopsed one day and didn't invite our friends to a movie (Big Hero 6), so it ended up being Dad, Gregg, and me. Dad and Gregg hit it off. Couple months later, travesty hits--my grandfather with dementia falls and will never fully recover.

One night, Gregg is comforting me over text, then suddenly goes, "I know this is a bad time, but...", and asks me to be his girlfriend. Of course, I squeal and agree! The next day, we giddily tell everyone else. He's sitting; I'm standing behind him. He leans back to grin up at me; I grin down at him. And we just kiss. It shocked us and everyone else. But it felt right--natural. That's when we knew, and we haven't looked back since.

So, Gregg is known for his charm and fun, but not for romanticism. He's adorably oblivious to it, most times. And what annoys him most is how, when he is romantic, he can't read if I am back or not--I'm literally the only person he can't read (I don't do it on purpose). But, let me tell you: he can be way romantic when he wants to be! Now, we both love astronomy, and in August 2017, there was a rare total solar eclipse over our side of the USA. We eagerly went to TCTC, where he had recently become a lab instructor. Becca and Kendra were there, too. We wait for a couple hours for the eclipse to start; gab with Gregg's fellow instructors and students. Time comes for us to go out when the eclipse is almost at its peak. I'm staring like a deer in headlights at it, mesmerized. It's the diamond ring. Suddenly, Gregg wobbles down to one knee and I look at him, thinking he's hurt (his back goes out frequently). I smile at him because he's staring so intently at me; he says how he knows I'm the one, that he wants to settle down with me, and that he can't provide much but himself. We'd talked a lot before; knew we'd marry; I'd sent him a list of rings I liked--but I wasn't expecting this! And, get this: as he pops the question, he pulls out a MASTER BALL (Pokemon) he made, with a ring inside!! DURING THE DIAMOND RING OF THE ECLIPSE! Shocked, all I can squeak out is "yes" in a very Sally Ragdoll (Nightmare Before Christmas) voice. And that's that. Apparently, I was quite oblivious for once how he'd snuck so much past me for weeks; just about everyone was in on it. We haven't looked back since.