It was an average Friday (or so I thought) and I (Gina) was sick. Greg and I had arranged dinner plans earlier in the week, but I suggested we reschedule because I was sick with a cold. Little did I know, Greg had spent the better half of the last few months planning with our family and friends to make this night as magical as possible. And here I was, sickly and unkempt, burrowed under the covers. Greg was so kind, letting me rest and tending to anything I needed that day. He somehow convinced me later in the day that maybe we should still give our planned date a shot. I couldn't turn him down. Greg is…well… Greg. And his energy - It was contagious. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and started to get ready for our date. We had music playing, our usual getting-ready process, and the energy was rising. Greg threw back a shot of Whiskey, I downed a healthy dose of DayQuil and we headed out. After a wonderful dinner at Tony's on Main Street, I suggested a walk down by the river front and a night cap at Llywelyn's Pub. He agreed, and let me think I was running the show (little did I know, all of our friends were already waiting at Llywelyn's waiting to celebrate the future Mr. and Mrs.) As we approached the river front, I spotted the stage in the distance. I asked if he would take me up on stage and dance. Greg has always been free spirited and romantic, but tonight was different. And as if it couldn't get any more amazing, Greg took a knee. I immediately blurted out, "NOOOOO What are you doing!?" Greg replied with a smile and proceeded to say a bunch of stuff that simply went one ear and out the other because my heart was beating so fast. I fell to my knees and with my whole heart, I gave the easiest yes of my life. After a moment of bliss, he randomly shouted out, and before I knew it, my family (even my sister from Georgia) popped out from the bushes! After many tears and hugs, mixed with lots of laughter and love, we headed to Llywelyn's to celebrate. Greg had planned the whole evening in great detail months in advance and somehow, I had suggested every step of the way. An enchanting night of fate and love we will never forget.

It was a warm summer Saturday night, I (Gina) had just finished a wild venture with my girlfriends on Main Street. We all decided to wind down the night, and where do you finish the night strong? None other than Raising Cane's Chicken. As we finished our meal, three guys came in and took the booth behind us. I knew two of them, so we started chatting when my eyes locked with the third guy. His name was Greg. He told me he was a rugby player and was Scottish. I didn't believe he was Scottish and, in fact, thought he made a fake passport just to pick up girls. HA! It wasn't long before our friends shifted to the other booth and left us alone. Before we knew it, it was 3 am and the place was getting ready to close. It turns out ,my friends had snatched my keys, grabbed an uber and took off.... WITH my keys! Years later, I found out this was all a part of their mischievous plan, to get me more time with the guy I thought was cute. That night, I could have called myself an uber, but after the guys offered to walk me home, I couldn't say no. Let me point out, this was a MILE walk. I couldn't turn it down, and secretly I wanted more time with this cute rugby player who may or may not be Scottish. After more good conversation on the walk, we eventually made it. I was able to get the keys to my friends car and drove the guys back to their place. From here, I gave Greg my phone number, kissed him on the cheek, and we said our farewells. The next day, I got a text from Greg. This was the start of a good friendship for the next several months. Yes... you read that right.... Ya boy was frien- zoned. Hard. But this didn't stop him from always trying to make a move. Turns out, he had a little crush on me from the beginning. As for me... I just wasn't looking for anything serious at the time. At a point in our friendship, I did find myself falling for him a bit. He was always there when I needed him. We talked often. He was, and still is, the kindest man I know. At one point, he stopped reaching out to me. When I tried to text him and there was no reply, I felt more upset about it than I would have ever anticipated. The thought of him giving up and moving on hurt. But.... turned out he just didn't have a phone for some time! After finding this out and relief setting in, I realized I had truly fallen for him. When I eventually told him I had feelings for him, he wasted no time. The rest is history!