I’d gone out with friends one night, and spotted Adam across the bar. I told my friend, “that guy with the tattoos, that’s who I’d want to date.” Fast forward a few weeks later, I was at the same bar celebrating a friend’s engagement. Low and behold, Adam walked by and I recognized him as the guy I’d noticed a few weeks prior. After a couple drinks and much prodding from my friends, I agreed to send him a drink. The bartender and my friends, thinking they were funny, decided to send Adam quite an inappropriate shot on my behalf. Mortified, I looked for all the exits I could escape from. Luckily Adam took the shot like a champ and came over to introduce himself. The rest, as they say, is history.

After a long few months, we finally closed on our first home together that morning. We had been in the house about 5 minutes when Adam yelled, "Stac, what’s this?” The tone of his voice lead me to believe he had found some type of bug or something in there, so I was a bit wary as I walked in the room. All those thoughts vanished as I walked in to see him down on one knee with a ring in his hand, asking to marry me.