#ohellyea

We met while working at a center for at risk youth and realized we shared similar passions. We also knew we shared a similar passion for thinking the other was pretty fucking hot. I knew I was in love the moment Erin showed me a picture of her grabbing Marilyn Manson's crotch. The next statement out of her mouth was something about a boyfriend. My little heart was broken. The stars aligned on the night of Erin’s 25th birthday. I was asked to accompany her and Ashley as they began a wooooo girl evening of bar hopping on East Colfax, covered in temporary tattoos and drunk enough to fall off a stage. Not a kiss was given, not a crotch was touched, although the temptations were high. The boyfriend of old was no more and I knew it was real when Erin agreed to watch the NBA playoffs with me. However, being the jet setter I was, I had to spend my summer in Switzerland. Upon my return I took Erin to the classiest joint in all of Denver, Hacienda Colorado. There I asked her to be my girlfriend. 8 years later, 3 cats, 2 purchased houses, massive gains at Vantage, I finally put on my big boy pants and asked her to marry me. Erin’s Version: I met Mike when I was observing a classroom for a position at MSV. I saw this dude (terrible hair at the time and all) and immediately thought..he’s pretty cute. I got the job and Mike pretended I didn’t exist for 3 years. He even conveniently forgot the time I tipped the breakfast cart in the snow and he helped me. Because Mike apparently had better things to do, I got the aforementioned boyfriend. Time goes on and Mike starts flirting, being all cute, really interested in what I have to say and I’m EATING IT UP (ahh that spiky hair, pre crossfit, and lack of money). Then comes the infamous 25th birthday. I fell off a stage while singing karaoke and he stuck around. He went to Switzerland and I assumed that was the end of that. He comes back, takes me to the most romantic date at Hacienda Colorado and the rest is history.