Andy and Kelsey locked eyes on the very first day of law school. No joke. Andy flashed a sweet, goofy grin on his way out of class, and Kelsey was hooked. She used the clock as an excuse to peek back at Andy during class, even though she took notes on her laptop, which came fully equipped with a clock. Andy was transfixed and unable to follow most of the first two weeks of law school due to the fact that Kelsey was seated in his direct line of sight (or, at least it seemed that way). Andy finally built up the courage to reach out to Kelsey, emailing her for a homework assignment that he definitely already had. Kelsey responded not only with the homework assignment, but also her phone number. The rest is history.

Andy’s perspective: After mutiple false flag dates in which a proposal seemed likely, I knew that Kelsey was thrown off her rhythm. I bided my time to prepare the perfect beach excursion spa retreat. Upon my suggestion that we go away for a weekend, she asked questions, all of which I had the answers to - a sure giveaway. Kelsey’s perspective: Yeah, I mean, it was pretty obvious. Andy had drunkenly told me he was going to propose no fewer than five times. We also had a pretty in-depth conversation about the ring when he got it. Andy checked his bags a final time before we took off to the coast, and it was all I could do to not ask, “Making sure you have the ring?” Andy’s perspective: We headed to the coast to meet friends. Texts from the friends indicate they do not think they can handle not spoiling the surprise due to a lack of puritanical drinking stigma. I assumed they were being dramatic. Kelsey’s perspective: We went to the coast to meet up with some friends, but none of them seemed to want me there. If they didn’t avoid me, they started really random conversations with me. (Remember our 30-minute conversation about the evolution of denim, Sonya, Shae, and Dana?) Andy’s perspecrive: These friends, these professional attorneys, these gatekeepers of secrets and holders of confidences were cracking under the pressure of small talk. I hurredly ushered Kelsey onward with promises of a gourmet meal. One problem. It was not a gourmet meal and you couldn’t even order, you just got “the dinner”. At this point I was debating calling this one yet another late game fake-out. Don’t trust the Yelp ratings. But I rallied. Kelsey’s perspective: After dinner, Andy suggested a walk on the beach. As we walked, Andy asked me what my goals were for 2020. I described some pretty lame goals, then Andy grabbed my hand. As he began dropping down to one knee, he asked me, “How do you feel about one of those goals being becoming my wife?”