We're getting hitched!

A little-known fact… we met on the very first day of our Master’s program. Yup, it was an awkward, university-led pub quiz at UCL’s student bar. Between the sticky floors, loud pop music, and a room full of post-grads who barely knew each other, there was also the small issue... no seats left when my roommates and I arrived. So, naturally, we wedged ourselves onto a table with some strangers, and I asked a stranger (Sean) if he could share his seat. Was it love at first sight? A cinematic, fate-sealed moment? Absolutely not. It was just two awkward people forced to share a chair because the bar was packed. Second Encounter (Slightly Less Awkward): Fast forward a little, and our paths crossed again at my 2018 Friendsgiving party. A mutual friend had invited Sean, and while I vaguely remember some brief "hellos" and passing waves on Gower Street, this was the first time we properly hung out. It was a wild night (yes, cops were called), and in the midst of the chaos, we somehow found ourselves engaged in some flirty banter. He complimented my Harry Potter ankle tattoo, I drunkenly ran my fingers through his wavy hair. But nothing happened. Not for months. We kept hanging out in our mutual friend group, showing up at the same house parties, and I slowly realised something: I REALLY liked spending time with this guy. In the age of Tinder and Hinge, meeting someone who makes you laugh, lets you be completely yourself, and never makes anything feel complicated? That’s rare. But with Sean, everything felt so effortless. The Margarita Master Plan: Once we both figured out we were into each other, we had a slight problem: we were two socially awkward nerds with zero game. Neither of us wanted to be the first to admit it outright. Enter Sean’s master plan. Knowing my deep love for margaritas, he casually suggested we start an Instagram page called Metropolitan Margarita, dedicated to rating the best margaritas in London. (Side note: Sean likes margaritas, but he doesn’t love them—so this was commitment.) I, of course, enthusiastically agreed. We made it to precisely two margarita spots in Soho before realising this whole thing was an elaborate excuse to spend more time together and eventually make out. (Sorry, Mom.) Why He’s the One: Trying to sum up what I love most about Sean in a few words is impossible. To know him is to love him. He is the kindest, funniest, wisest, most patient, and (perhaps most importantly) the most mentally stable person I have ever met. From that very first night when he let me squeeze onto his chair, to today—when he’s still making both the biggest and smallest sacrifices for me—he has always been the most thoughtful partner. We love parallel playing. We love rewatching Seinfeld an unhealthy number of times. We love collecting mugs from every country we visit. We love giving each other ridiculous nicknames and laughing at inside jokes no one else would understand. We’re equally happy staying in to binge-watch Traitors or dancing until 2 AM in some loud, sticky-floored bar. He is, quite literally, the perfect man (and yes, I might be biased). I can’t wait to spend forever with him. Let’s Party! Thank you all for being part of our love story! We want our wedding to reflect us—which means it will be full of laughter, fun, goofiness, and a healthy dose of chaos. We’ve always said we want our wedding to feel like one big party. So, no, our wedding might not have all the traditional formalities. But as long as you’re merry, having fun, and preferably a little drunk, we’ll consider it a success. See you on the dance floor! 🍸✨