We’re getting married…Finally!

Her Version: I was picking up Keanna from work at Olive Garden, minding my business, when BAM! There’s Ricky in the window like he’s the main character. The lighting? Immaculate. The pasta? Mid. But him? Cute. I thought, “Oh wow, that’s a window display I wouldn’t mind taking home,” and then I proceeded to do absolutely nothing about it. Fast forward to later that night, Mr. Window Model adds me on Snapchat. So clearly, we were both out here pretending not to stare while very much staring. I decided to entertain the conversation, acting like I hadn’t already done a full FBI investigation on him. Next time I pull up to get Keanna, guess who magically appears again? Ricky, on his day off, at the Olive Garden. At this point it felt less like coincidence and more like the universe doing its thing. We decided to hang out that night… and well, the rest is history. All because of Keanna's broke down car and some breadsticks. 🥖 His Version: Thanks to the stress of being a server at the time, my good friend Luis and I decided we needed a good night out. To keep things short, I’m pretty sure I passed out on his carpet. However, with the power of H2O, I woke up the next morning with no hangover. Courtney will argue that I already knew her, but the truth is I didn’t at all. I went out fishing that day and received a Snap from her. I explained that I had gone out the night before and might have added her randomly. We talked briefly, and she informed me that she was Keanna’s cousin. From there, we eventually stopped messaging and went our separate ways (I guess I skipped the lesson about not talking to strangers). Later that day, my sister and her husband wanted Olive Garden, so I figured I’d go pick it up myself. I should also mention that I had been out fishing for hours in the hot sun all day. When I arrived at Olive Garden, I saw Keanna seated and walked over to tell her how I had accidentally added her cousin. As soon as I finished telling her, she pointed behind me—and there was Courtney. At first glance, a ray of light beamed around her, the angels sang, and fresh from a failed date, I knew this was my golden opportunity. In my head, I was torn between doing what my mother always said—don’t talk too much—or doing what my father taught me: the famous Hucklebuck. So I walked up to her and delivered the best pickup line known to man… “Hi.” That was it. All I could muster up was “Hi.” But as you can see now, she fell head over heels and will soon be my bride.