My husband, Adam, and I met during the summer of 2000 after our first year of University. My first impression of Adam was that he was “that skinny, blonde guy” who I kept seeing at every party and get-together that my friends and I went to.
One of the summer “staple” events was “Margarita Mondays” at Earl’s. Adam called me up one night and invited me out for Margaritas. Thinking nothing of it, I said that I would go…since I thought that all of my friends were also going to be there.
When I arrived at the restaurant, Adam was the only one there. I even asked Adam, “Where is everyone?” To which Adam replied, “I couldn’t get a hold of anyone else”.
When I returned home, I called my friend to ask why she didn’t show up for Margarita Monday and was informed that Adam hadn’t called anyone else. In fact, he didn’t even have anyone else’s phone number!
And so Adam had tricked me into going on our first date!
The Proposal (10 years later!):
While on vacation together in Oahu, Hawaii, Adam and I attended a Luau. We dressed up in our finest Island attire (bought at a “Swap Meet” the day before – gotta love those!) and headed down to Paradise Cove to take in the food and entertainment.
At the end of the evening, as the crowds disappeared and the staff began to close down for the night, I wanted to take one last walk on the beach. Unfortunately the beach was roped off. So instead we sat on a nearby picnic table and listened to the waves crash onto the shore.
After sitting and talking together for a few minutes, Adam turned to me and said, “Nina…” and proceeded to drop on his knee in the sand. Adam continued, “…will you marry me?” Now at this exact moment (no word of a lie), a bunch of cute little kittens came out of nowhere and walked around us. (Apparently they wait for the tourists to leave before coming out to pick at the scraps).
I was too busy crying to be able to give a verbal answer, and so I just nodded my head “yes”.
And that’s my Love Story. What’s yours??