Sunday, February 21, 2010
From Zach: When I was a senior in college (Virginia Tech), I worked for the university as a head Resident Advisor. Through some rather poor decisions, I found myself in need of a new job and new housing (the University giveth, and the University taketh away). A girl I was dating at the time had a teammate who lived in an empty house. Her father was hoping to rent the third room out (the second roommate was moving in around the same time). The room was a closet, but I needed a place to live, so I couldn't say no. Little did we know that when her mother said "You guys are going to end up together one day" how right she would be. I became the "Jack Tripper" to two girls. I changed lightbulbs, killed bugs, real manly stuff.
After graduating, I moved up North, but kept in touch with the girls while they finished up her education. The unfortunate events of April 16, 2007, caused me to make an emergency trip back to Virginia to ensure my former roommates were ok. It was at this point in time that Elise and I began seeing each other as more than roommates and friends. I guess sometimes tragedy has a way of bringing out people's real feelings. I had also taken her to my fraternities formals that same weekend. After that weekend, I made a few more trips down to see her, and it was around that time that we decided to give a long-distance relationship a try.
Long story kinda short, I proposed to her 2 years to the date that we started dating. She's getting her Doctorate in FL right now, and will move up here in April of 2011. We've set our wedding date shortly after that.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
I met my future husband 6 and a half years ago on June 22. I remember the date because it is one of my best friend's birthdays and we were going out to lunch to celebrate. We picked a fancy steak restaurant downtown. Our server that day was a cute guy that, as it turned out, had gone to high school with the birthday girl. I had just ended a relationship with a man who had told me he didn't believe in love. I was on a post-breakup rampage and decided to do something I had never done before: give this cute server my telephone number. At the end of our meal I sent my friends out into the lobby so they wouldn't witness my humiliation. I called the server over to the table and handed him my business card. He still likes to recall how shaky my hands were as I wrote down my home telephone number. He also likes to share how his co-workers were congratulating him on scoring my number. He called me at work the next day and I remember running down the hallway to gleefully tell my friend that he called. We went to a baseball game that night. We were married in 2007.