We both swiped right on Tinder and before I could message him, he messaged me saying he liked my taste in music. I asked him to specify because my taste is so broad and he said "all of it." After talking for 12 days, we finally went on our first date. After going on (many) bad first dates, I knew immediately, from the moment we met, that this would be something for the books.

We had been talking about marriage for a while. I knew the rings had been ordered and I was (not so patiently) waiting for a proposal. We were talking about how I wanted it to be spontaneous and completely caught off guard, not something extravagant. Bryson went to the bathroom and after 10 or so minutes I heard him calling for me. When I turned the corner outside of our bedroom, there he was on one knee. I thought it was a joke so I told him to get up while he just kept asking for me to come to him. He proposed on the floor of the hallway, while we were both in our pajamas, and I wouldn't have it any other way.