Adam and I met the way all modern love stories begin: Bumble. Technically, we both swiped right, but the date invite required a bit of encouragement. After some heavy lifting on the hinting front, Adam finally asked the question. Our first date was July 21, 2022—a perfect evening of poke, beer, and a sunset at the lagoons. We quickly realized we shared the same interests (tattoos, music, food, and travel), and we've been exploring all of them together ever since.

Adam’s plan to propose in Pittsburgh was airtight—until he met his greatest adversary: my favorite pair of pajamas. After I politely declined his Sunday brunch proposal attempt in favor of staying on the couch, my family spent Monday suspiciously insisting that the Mt. Washington lights were "really neat" this time of year. By the time we finally made it to the lookout at sunset, Adam began a heartfelt monologue about our future together. Naturally, I interrupted him to complain about the freezing wind and my urgent need for a restroom. Realizing that romance was a race against my comfort levels, Adam pivoted us to the deck of the Grandview Saloon. With a view of the city, drinks on the table, and—most importantly—no more interruptions, he finally pulled out the ring before I could find another reason to leave. I was completely caught off guard, over the moon, and (thankfully) finally realized why everyone was so obsessed with the view. I said "yes" immediately!