Hold your breath for the most early 2010s pick up line you could fathom: *slides over an iPhone 4* “Ya know how to work one of these? You should put your number in it.” I still don’t know why I obliged, but I’m thankful for that momentary lapse in judgement. After a bit of a chase, we were inseparable after 3 weeks. October 23rd, exactly a month after my birthday, we became official.

We had a friends’ Christmas potluck that night, so I should have noticed something was off when he asked to squeeze in a museum visit that afternoon. He suggested the Walker; very me, very picture-esque. And what do I do? Turn it down for a MIA exhibit I wanted to see instead. 😑 Like the great guy he is, he rolled with the punches. The proposal happened about 20 minutes after arriving, in a side cooridor on our way to “Egypt’s Sunken Cities.” Not much was said on either side, a lot of sobs (thankfully, no picture evidence). I apparently said nothing and just took the ring out of his hand, so a good 3 minutes into a myriad of hugs and kisses, he eventually has to say, “I don’t think I heard an answer.” Well, we paid $20 each for these museum tickets, so we headed towards the exhibit. Let me tell you, I don’t remember jack squat about what I saw there, my eyes were puffy and my ring was permentally affixed at the center of my eyeline. I paid him back for the tickets because they felt like such a waste.