We met on a dating app, at the beginning of the pandemic when we were locked down and only doing video chats with the outside world. We swapped movie recommendations and had an easy banter from the start. He said he was new to LA, just having moved from Seattle. She said she was from Seattle, and had moved to LA 5 years ago. He said he did theater, so did she. She found they had 60+ mutual friends on social media, so she did what any smart lady would do - she called her friends for references! Dating was a unique experience because of the pandemic; they both had to promise to stay away from others in order to safely see each other. For months, they were in their own tiny bubble, seeing each other and very few others. It was a surprising blessing to come out of such a difficult time. During a hectic company event she was co-planning, she asked him if he would be at all interested in flying up to Seattle for the 4th of July to help out. They needed a bartender, and not many people were risking travel amidst Covid. To her surprise, he said yes - and he joined her, working tirelessly for 12 hours with a smile on his face, supporting her because she needed help. She was in love. They loved how open and honest they could be with each other, and had conversations about art, life, happy and sad memories, and what they wanted out of their relationship. She knew before he did that he was what she had been looking for her whole life. She would bring it up from time to time, just to test the water, you know? He was always loving, but evasive. Finally, several months after they had moved in together, she broke down and cried to him that they didn't seem to be on the same page. His response was a frustrated sigh, as he took her face in his hands and growled "WOMAN, we are on the SAME PAGE. Would you just let me surprise you?!" Seven months later, in Seattle on the 4th of July once again, while surrounded by her siblings, he got down on one knee and asked. #wesaidYEStrada