We're getting married!

We met at a small birthday party for one of the bridesmaids (Caitlin). I have been life-long friends with her so I was thrown when a super large man I'd never heard of shows up and says he will be joining. I quickly realized this had become much more than a birthday party when Caitlin, her husband Terry, and her mom Kitty, spent the afternoon finding ways to make us talk to each other or put an empty seat by one another, but Jon was having none of it. A few hours in, and a couple of margaritas later, the setup seemed to be going just as planned and we weren't as mortified that it had clearly been a blind date.

As two introverts, it's embarrassing to admit that we pretty much thrived during quarantine, but after a month of shelter-in-place in our one-bedroom apartment, Jon could definitely tell I was struggling with the unknown future and not having something to look forward to. After a couple of rough weeks of work for both Jon and I, (his clearly worse than mine because he began to get stress styes on his eyelids), he tells me we are finally going to put on real clothes, I should do my hair and makeup, and we will have a date night. Friday comes, Jon quarantines me further to the bathroom of our one-bedroom apartment and spends the next two hours making more noise than you could imagine. I come out to him completely redecorating our apartment like a fancy restaurant. While he doesn't eat any of his food (which is crazy weird for Jon), I sit through the most uncomfortable dinner date I have ever had in my lifetime, trying to force conversation. We finally make it to the proposal and as he gets down on one knee, he says "Look at me, not the ring. It's just a filler. Your diamond is stuck in New York because of the pandemic." Turns out those stress styes weren't from a few long days at work but a very diligent man trying to save four months of planning to give me the perfect proposal.