Nathan and I met on a blind date in April of 2014. Nathan was living in College Station at the time, and said he was coming into town to "pick up an order of contacts," and that he would be delighted to take me out to dinner. I remember my words were "I would like that (:" Nathan picked me up and we headed to Z-Tejas in Cedar Park. It was an awkwardly sweet dinner with lots of blissful smiles and quietness. I remember when he dropped me off, I folded my clothes into my dresser and thought, I'm going to marry that boy, and shut the drawer. A few weeks later he admitted he never had any contacts and I've never been more grateful to have been so gullible.
We had come into town on a weekend to visit family, as we frequently do. Nathan told me his grandparents wanted to take us out to dinner - nothing out of the ordinary...until my sisters insisted I get my nails done with them, and Nathan's grandparents requested us to arrive early to their house to "visit." The more I look back, the more I wonder why I went along so easily and without question. On our way to dinner, Nathan stopped to pee at a Taco Cabana close by - if you know Nate, he HATES stopping for anything when we're in a hurry (poor guy, he was so nervous). I walked into his grandparents house to see them sitting outside and all of a sudden mine and Nathan's family come piling out of the side door, one after the other, clown car style. I instantly knew what was about to happen. Nathan said a few words while I cried before he dropped to one knee. He made sure my nails were done, my family was present, AND even had a photographer. Little did I know, a few weeks prior he had asked my parents permission and arranged the whole event. What a guy (: