Three weeks prior to our first date, we matched on the online dating site of the century, Tinder. My eyes were immediately drawn to a tall, handsome man with a crooked smile and great personality. Every day, he would ask me on a date and I would make up an excuse to not go. When I finally agreed to go on a date, who would've known it would become the start of the rest of our lives, together. Caleb picked me up downtown, at my run down house. I remember walking out the door, seeing his incredible smile and feeling my face blush so much. I turned around to "lock the door", but really I just needed to take a deep breath. I knew from that moment, I was in trouble. We drove to Folly Beach and had a delicious supper (I still rave about the chicken I had, almost two years later.) After supper, we took a long walk on the beach. It was the first time we met each other in person, but it felt like I had known Caleb my entire life. We walked up and down the beach having serious and deep conversations. I had never felt so comfortable with someone in my life. On the way back to Pop's Jeep, I thought for sure I had scared him away, only for him to tell me he didn't want the date to end and ask where we should go next. We decided to go sit on the swings over the harbor. For hours, we swung and talked and laughed. I sat waiting for him to put his arm around me, and he for me to scoot closer, until the clock struck 12. It was time to go home. Caleb dropped me back off at my house and gave me the biggest, best hug I have ever gotten. I called my mom and told her, "I am going to marry this man." Mom laughed and told me how I always say that because I'm a hopeless romantic. But I just knew. I knew this man was going to become my best friend. My partner in life. My sunshine on cloudy days. The person to make me laugh when all I want to do is cry. My travel partner and memory maker. I knew he would become my husband, my heart and my greatest adventure. Here we are, I was right.
It was a warm spring day. There I sat, all alone in my bedroom. I had been sitting, waiting all day, for the phone call that would change my life. At approximately 3:51 pm EST, my phone lit up and I dashed out the door. I ran for miles all the way from my quaint apartment in Ladson to the big city of Charleston. I ran for miles and miles, days and days, until I finally reached her. The love of my life was right in front of me. Standing in the doorway of her run down, shack of a house she stared into my soul. I stared back intently, as the roaches scurried from her hair. At that moment, I knew she was the woman of my dreams. I escorted her to my goat drawn chariot and we rode off into the night. We arrived at the local eatery at exactly 6:34 PM EST. The host rolled out the red carpet and flung open the doors. We were greeted with waves of applause and offerings. We were seated at the round table and that was the last time we saw anyone at this establishment. So we left. We were forced out into the streets to fend for ourselves, so we went to the restaurant next door. We ate food and it was good. We then proceeded to the shores of the great Atlantic Ocean, where I planned to offer her as a sacrifice to Posiden. My plans were cut short when a pod of dolphins came and swept me away. They took me to the throne of the god of the sea. The great 3β5β posiden said to me, with a mighty roar, β You cannot sacrifice her, for she will be your wife.β I said back to him, β Oh boy,β in a very unenthusiastic manner and the dolphins returned me to her. After our eve on the shore, we spent the rest of the night swinging to and fro on some chariot like contraption that goes up and down like an old saw mill. When I returned the princess to her slums, she embraced me. It was an embrace like nothing I have ever experienced. At that moment, I knew I was screwed and here we are today. The End.