M & D

Derrick long suspected he may never wed That only piles of unfolded laundry would share his bed. He didn’t go out to clubs or to bars, Wherever Derrick was, the ladies were surely far. But then one day, he came up with a plan: He picked up his phone and became a Tinder man. This was the only way he saw to fill his feminine need, So he swiped and he swiped, until his fingers would bleed. There was this one girl who had Derrick’s hopes high: Maddy was a looker and her bio said she liked butterflies. Derrick mentioned that topic, and eventually, more, They talked and she actually didn’t even seem bored. Weeks later, they had their first date, at a bar called Bramhall, and it went pretty great. He kept it together and managed to woo, it seemed like he’d get another date or two. Well, two turned to three and three into more, As time went on, they both thought, “What a score.” Probably too soon, Derrick will now humbly admit, He asked Maddy to be his girlfriend, and she actually went with it. Hand in hand, they carried on as a pair, Until a couple years later, Maddy gave Derrick a scare: “Hey, let’s move in together,” she said, a gleam in her eye. Derrick didn’t know whether to rejoice or throw up or cry. But they got on the same page and took that big step, And it worked out fine, and turned out to be good prep. You see, from that first place, they moved and moved again, until there were few Maine cities where their home hadn’t been. Eventually, they reached the stage of progression, Where Derrick figured he may as well pop the question. Outside of beloved Bramhall, Derrick bent a knee, and managed to stumble through saying, “Will you marry me?” She gave him a yes, a hug, a kiss, and a smile. They then set a date, but it wouldn’t be for a while. That gave them two years to plan their perfect day, The one this story’s about, you might say. Now this rhyme has gone on for long enough, So let me conclude with some personal stuff. If you’re reading this, thanks for being part of my life. And if you’re Maddy, thank you for being my wife.

When? Madison's 21st birthday. Where? Taco Escobarr. What? Tinder and 3 sips of a strawberry guava margarita. There he was. Derrick Rossignol, age 26, 1.2 miles away. He was wearing yellow short-shorts, riding a razor scooter, and had a banana hanging out of his pocket. (Yes, an actual banana) It must have been the margarita because Maddy swiped right on that fool, and matched with her future husband. Derrick made the first move. He asked about her butterflies, sparking Maddy to provide him with more info than he really cared to know about their anatomy and migration. Regardless, he played along and they hit it off. Maddy agreed to a date, but not before she was sure to examine his Instragram, Facebook, Youtube, LinkedIn, Twitter, Reddit, and Discord, as well as the social media accounts of his family. On a cold night in March, the couple decided to meet at Bramhall to have drinks and food, and then head over to Arcadia for some games. Unfortunately, Derrick did not confirm that Arcadia was open the night of their date, so Derrick graciously offered Maddy his coat and the pair walked back to her apartment to watch movies. During the entire movie The Truman Show, Maddy waited not-so-patiently for Derrick to initiate their first kiss. As soon as the credits hit, Maddy said "omg fine I'll do it myself." The morning after their date, the couple would plan another, kicking off a fun-filled year of firsts together.