Joe and I met in the most unconventional of ways: At the 'Red, White & Blue
Cafe' in Las Vegas. We were there for my sister's wedding to my (now)
brother-in-law, who happened to be one of Joe's best friends.
While sitting at the wedding rehearsal luncheon, I noticed a table full of
about ten giant Air Force rugby players - all of whom were very handsome. Joe
caught my eye and kept it, mainly because he had a chin that rivaled
Superman's, and a laugh that echoed throughout the room/shattered glass.
I immediately called dibs on him, and then texted my two friends who had not
yet arrived that "I call dibs on the guy in the blue shirt. His name is Joe, and
we are in love and are going to get married." I should mention that I still had
not spoken a word to him at this point, yet I definitely knew what I wanted.
We hit it off right away (post-dibs calling), and two days after meeting, Joe
and I parted ways. The odds were stacked pretty high against us: I was 19; he
was 25. I lived in California; he lived in Colorado. I was a waitress who worked
at night; he was Second Lieutenant in the Air Force who worked during the day.
Also, we had only known each other for 48 hours, and we met in Vegas.
Luckily, Skype had recently become popular, so we started off our awkward
courtship via virtual bowling dates, emails, and phone calls.
It soon became
clear to us that we actually, legitimately liked one another, and we wanted to
make it work. So for a year, we flew between states, worked around class
schedules and time zone differences, and celebrated birthdays by opening
presents over webcam.
In August 2009, we both moved to Los Angeles: he was re-stationed there and
starting his MBA at UCLA, and I was transferring to UCLA to finish my Bachelor's
Even then (with LA traffic in mind) we were long distance, as the drive
between our apartments took about 1.5 hours each way. Regardless, living in the
same state was amazing, because we could actually go on dates that did not
involve a computer screen and virtual high-fiving.
In July 2011, our three year anniversary was approaching, and me/everyone
around me/mainly me was getting a bit antsy. I had just graduated in June, Joe
was almost 29 years old, and it was kind of "tick-tock hey we should do this
Little did I know, Joe had asked my dad in February 2011 if he could marry
me. Little does everyone know, but Joe likes to take his sweet time with any
decision (even picking out socks), and leisurely took the next five months to
design an engagement ring and psych himself up for committing to my craziness
for the rest of his life.
My mother and father basically thought Joe was bailing on this whole
engagement thing, and were a bit worried while they waited for the awesome
and/or terrible news to come.
Joe and I like to hike (aka Joe loves hiking and I do it with him, but
complain the whole time about rocks, insects, and sweating), so it wasn't out of
the ordinary when he said one day in July that we should go on a hike soon.
The morning of July 30th, he asked if I wanted to go to one of our favorite
spots in Palos Verdes, California. It was a bit overcast (which he later stated
made him nervous), but ever-resourceful Joe had two back-up plans in case the
view wasn't pretty enough for a proposal.
I became a bit suspicious when I appeared at Joe's doorstep in sweatpants and
no make-up, and he told me to change into nicer clothes. He used the excuse that
we were going out for drinks with friends afterwards, but I am a hard person to
lie to, so I kept my hesitation at the surface. We packed a lunch in our hiking
backpack, and went over to the cliff.
About 30 minutes into the hike/Joe looking for flat ground/me saying I needed
a sandwich, we set our picnic up on some flat rocks overlooking the ocean. Joe
set his iPhone up on a mini tripod with the excuse that he was taking a picture
of us; in actuality, he was videotaping the entire moment.
He waltzed over to me, casually leaned down on one knee while I was talking,
and whipped out a ring box out of his motorcycle boot. We laughed, cried, and
brought out a bottle of Dom that Joe had secretly packed in our picnic bag; we
drank it right out of the bottle, along with our smashed turkey sandwiches.
Sorry, classy people of America.
June 16th, 2012, Joe and I got married after almost 4 years of dating. The
odds were definitely stacked against us from the start, but those odds have only
drawn us closer rather than farther apart from one another. He is my weirdest
friend, my best friend, and truly the love of my life.