It was bicker week for Princeton’s eating clubs (our own version of rush and Greek life). My friend, who was already a member at the Cap & Gown Club, gave me the scoop: “Make sure you talk to Fallon.” So when Fallon appeared at the top of the main staircase in all her “Queen of Cap” glory and called for five people to play a bicker game, I was right there at the front of the pack – and she did not pick me. At the end of that day's bicker, I walked over and told Fallon that the next day, I wanted to make sure I got a chance to play her game. I must have made an impression because the following afternoon, she picked me. And the rest is history!

I used to joke that I was going to make Fallon pass a series of physical challenges before I would propose, but I found myself following through when a half-marathon planned in Fredericksburg, TX turned into the perfect cover for a romantic proposal weekend. After finishing the half, we embarked on a three-stop wine tasting tour. At the final stop, with glasses of rosé in hand, I got down on one knee and asked Fallon to marry me! She said yes and was so surprised she didn't even notice the photographer snapping shots a couple of feet away.