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We first met at my sister and his best friend's wedding. I noticed him immediately, but was dating someone else at the time, and I also lived 970 miles away. Because I was determined to stay loyal, I pushed away the crush I'd rapidly developed and did my maid-of-honor duties before returning back to Greenville, SC. Five months later, I had broken up with the previous SO, and moved up to Wisconsin for work. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged to a powerlifting meet that Travis was competing in one weekend. He split a jalapeño pizza with me afterwards, and the crush I'd ignored came right back. A few weeks later, my car battery died while I was in Marshfield for a visit. Travis came to give me a jump, and when he offered to drive with me to the O'Reilly's to buy a new battery I knew he was the only one I'd ever want.

After a week of constant texting and calling, it was time to have the 'determining the relationship' talk. I had been afraid Travis was only being nice to me, and needed to confirm his feelings (or lack thereof) before I could comfortably sit in our friendship. So, I was brave. And I asked. I did not think you could hear someone blush on the other end of the phone, but he proved me wrong. Travis confirmed that he did, in fact, want to ask me out on a date, and that I had beaten him to the punch. He immediately called himself a 'chowderhead,' and when I asked what he meant, he told me he had unfortunately booked himself for every weekend until November 6th. "I didn't think I'd get this far," he laughed. After one more week of talking, we agreed that November 6th was way too long to wait for the first date. We finagled both our schedules, and were able to go on our first date October 9th. We had a great time. By the end of the date, I had been promoted to girlfriend.

We had originally planned to go see my parents in January. It was not long at all after we started dating that something changed, and all of a sudden Travis was very insistent that we needed to go see them at Thanksgiving. Three weeks before Thanksgiving. So we planned a 950-mile road trip, finagled extra days off to make it work, and drove a grand total of 40 hours for him to meet my parents (officially). I suspected he may have the ring with him, but when I asked he denied it. I was disappointed, but determined we would have a fantastic trip regardless. After a week of almost non-stop time together, as the ride back was coming to a close, neither of us were ready to seperate. Travis was beginning to grow drowsy with his driving, and so he easily convinced me to come back to Marshfield with him for just one more day together, and he would take me back to Fond du Lac after church the next day and we would grade papers. Not a single paper was graded. Instead, we got Chinese food and watched cartoons. It was awesome, and I wasn't ready for it to end. But Travis had a four-hour drive home, and so I began the horrible process of getting his things together to send him off. I headed towards the door to get the rest of my belongings out of his car, but Travis stopped me. "Can I ask you something?" I turned around, confused, as it really was getting late and he needed to go home. But he had my ring in its box, and went down on one knee. I said yes and immediately blubbered before he even asked me the question. We got engaged in the living room of my apartment, with no photographer or elaborate setup. I believe it's the most perfect, wonderful proposal that has ever happened.