It was a regular Labor Day Eve in Brooklyn. We attended a friend’s cookout where we were introduced and didn’t think much about it. We were with a group of folks which didn’t leave much room for one on one conversation. At the end of the night we left and went our separate ways not knowing what the future had in store for us. A week or so later we connected via Facebook as we have a lot of friends in common. We found out that we worked near each other and agreed to meet for lunch. Then there was another lunch……and another lunch. But that’s not when this love affair began. NOPE!
Due to unusual circumstances we lost contact with one another for a few months. Let’s fast forward though! We started hanging out again in a small group which allowed us to spend more time together. The more SHE got to know him the more intrigued SHE became. We spent a lot of time together. We had more lunch dates. Finally on July 4, 2014 at a cookout SHE decided to make her move and that’s when we both thought “Okay, this could be something.” I guess we were right!
HE POPPED THE QUESTION! Through all the good and the bad he chose me to be his wife to be. It was a quiet and intimate proposal (minus Cici running through the house screaming like she was the latest victim in a horror movie). We weren't even speaking when it happened, believe it or not. He got down on one knee and said that he didn't want to be without me and that he wanted me to be his wife. My response, you ask? "Ok. I guess I'll marry you." HAHAHAHAHA!
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