Jon and I met when he hit me with a can of whipped cream. Seriously. I was at the bar with a girlfriend and he had been celebrating Friendsgiving. Before leaving the dinner he decided to take a can of whipped cream with him, in case an emergency needing whipped cream should arise. So, while in a fairly aggressive dance maneuver the can of whipped cream flew out of Jon's pocket and rolled across the floor. Hitting me in the foot. Jon ran over to apologize. When I asked him why he had a can of whipped cream in the bar, he told me, "Because I like to party." The rest is history...
After dating for a mere 8 months, Jon knew he was going to have to lock this up or else... So after going on a Crawl for Cancer dressed in 80s gear, we came home to make a frozen pizza. While turned around pouring myself a glass of wine, Jon got down on one knee...still in his Slash costume. Then he proposed. I said yes. Then we ate pizza. Life is great.