Third Time's the Charm!

You know that movie, 'You've Got Mail' starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan? Well, Matt and I met kind of similarly...and by similarly, I mean not at all. I suppose we were a couple of lovesick twenty-somethings who had a rough time meeting people due to our specialized careers. So our search for romance inevitably led us both to online dating. After many trial and error, we eventually matched and quickly set up a first date---meeting at the Chapel Tavern for a beer and few games of pool (we split games). There, we figured out several things about each other: 1) We had the same (949) area code, 2) We lived approximately 15 minutes away from each other in Southern California, 3) Our high schools were 'rivals,' 4) We had a lot in common and could talk forever about sports, TV, books, and nerdy stuff, and finally 5) We mutually agreed to see each other again. 'Again' apparently met forever.

Matt had requested to have lunch with my parents while I was at work. He asked for permission to marry me, and was given my grandmother's heirloom ring as a placeholder to propose with. When I got home later that afternoon, I was rushing to get dressed because I was under the assumption we were going to have dinner with my parents. As I was in the midst of changing pants, Matt knelt down and dropped his keys. I stopped, looked at him and noticed he had a ring in his hand. My grandmother's ring. How'd he get that? We stared for awhile in silence. In a fit of wide-eyed panic, Matt exclaimed "Your parents told me I could ask! Will you marry me?" Of course I would, dummy.