I love hearing stories of how people met each other. If it wasn’t illegal, I would ask it in an interview.
Tell me, how did you meet your significant other?
It’s really a great icebreaker with people you’ve just met; something different from the norm. And people like to talk about where and how they met the loves of their lives. Shaun thinks it’s weird when I ask such a personal question to a complete stranger. I think it’s an easy way to make new friends.
I’ve told the story a million times, but I met Shaun in the fifth grade. We rode the same school bus. He was cute underneath his giant plastic glasses. We became life-long friends, but never officially dated until we were twenty-five-years old.
I also like to ask how people were proposed to.
Shaun proposed to me in the middle of our living room floor. It was a terrible proposal. He was very nervous. He didn’t even get down on one knee.
Meredith, will you…
Wait a minute. Are you proposing? You need to get down on one knee.
So he did.
But I knew the proposal was coming. My mom told me he’d asked my dad, months before, if he could marry me. He asked when I went to the bathroom, at an Outback Steakhouse. From that moment on, I showed him engagement rings, and I snooped around the condo (where we lived in at that time) until I found the ring.
I feel like girls cry tears of joy when a man pops the question, so I fake cried.
I know. I suck.
I find myself oddly jealous when I hear about women getting proposed to with grand gestures. I want a redo on that proposal. I ask for it all the time. Isn’t that weird?
So how did he pop the question? Was it well planned? Was it super romantic? Or do you also want a redo? Oh, and how did you meet?