We're getting married!

As I walked down Harvard Avenue in Allston on a hot July night in 2016, I didn’t except my life to change. I had a Tinder date at a local dive bar with a stranger named Jhosselyn, age 23. It was spur of the moment – we had only exchanged a few messages before agreeing to meet up. Her profile expressed that she was a “lover of awkward silences” so I figured, this one might be worth a shot. The bar, named The Avenue, I selected exclusively because it was within walking distance for both of us. Fresh off the plane from California, Jhosselyn had a little trouble finding the place due to some ongoing renovations, but I eventually saw my future wife walk in. She hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so was forced to resort to The Avenue’s bar bites, which are fine if you have several drinks in you, but can barely be considered food if you’re sober. Whelp, looks like I blew another one, I thought. Jhosselyn was delightful, but I felt like the third-rate quesadilla probably wasn’t up to her standards. After saying goodnight, I wandered back home, debating whether my chances were good enough to bother with a follow-up text. But she was more decisive than I. After I got home, I got a text from Jhosselyn’s still unsaved number asking if I would want to meet up again. We clicked quickly after that, enough so that we decided to take a spontaneous trip to New York City about a month after we met. We were standing in line at a barbeque restaurant when we eventually started chatting with the couple next to us. They asked how long we were together. When we told them that we met about a month ago, the woman seemed astonished. She said that because we seemed so natural she assumed we’d been together for years. That might have been the first sign that our fateful partnership would endure. Now, we really have been together for years. And on May 30, 2021, COVID willing, we want YOU to join the fiesta making us official spouses.