His Story:

I had the opportunity of meeting of Ms. Elizabeth Shaunt’e Fletcher in the Summer of 2020.

My co-worker invited me to come to a pool party at his house August 2020. I'm not going to lie, at first I was not going to go. But I said "man, let me put on some clothes and go have some fun, you might even meet somebody at the party."

Mind you this is during COVID, where we had to wear masks. Upon, entering the house I noticed this beautiful young lady preparing the food for the party. I could tell that she was a pretty woman although, the only thing I could see was her eyes.

I said, " Good Afternoon, I'm McArthur, she said " Hello" (waves with both hands, does not want to touch my hands because its COVID) I'm Elizabeth, pleasure to meet you". I said, " pleasure meeting you as well” as I am getting ready to fix a plate of food, she asks me " Did you wash your hand sir", I replied " yes, I washed my hands when I entered this home".

I could tell she thought I was full of shit, (assuming all of this from her little beady ass eyes) as she rolled them to the back of her head. So, as she made her way upstairs to shower, I washed my hands in the guest bathroom; when she came back downstairs, I put my hands in her face stating, “see I washed my hands". Then I proceeded to fix something to eat. In my mind I was curious on why this woman called me out on not washing my hands.

So, I decided to fix my plate. I was thinking “man her food probably not even good", until I had that first bite. I sat downstairs on the floor by the couch waiting for her to come out the shower. She asked me " Why are you still in my cousin house, the party is outside sir" I stated to her, "I was waiting on you to come back down to the party". I don't think I would have ever met Elizabeth Shaunt'e Fletcher if

I had not gone to that party.

What I can say is that she is a Beautiful, Praying, God Fearing woman, who is funny, caring, and a nurturer. I thank God for placing her in my life at the right time, I'm glad to call her and have her as my wife.

Her Story:

Let me transport you back to the summer of 2020, August 15th to

be specific, where love blossomed like a perfectly timed poolside cannonball. A

day etched in the depths of my heart, at my cousin's pool party—an event that

would turn out to be more than just a splash of fun. Thanks to the government shutdown, my cousin chose a pool party instead of another turn up less safe.

I'm not going to hold you lol Baby I was feeling that black man from the jump!

Picture this: I, the culinary maestro of the soirée, (lol) nah, I made pasta and wings and stuff ahaha. However, little did I know, my destiny had RSVP'd to the party.

As the clock struck "guest arrival o'clock," in walked this gator mask wearing chocolate man with almond shaped eyes. He was fashionably early, or as I like to say, punctually smitten. I, being the hygiene aficionado that I am, couldn't help but seize the opportunity to test the waters—literally.

"Did you wash your hands?" I asked, with the confidence of someone who takes hand hygiene very seriously. After a moment of perplexed hesitation and an attitude of like "girl who the hell are

you", he hurriedly found the nearest sink – with a flirty attitude. I

stood there, amused and secretly proud of my hand hygiene enforcement while

flirting with this mysterious man that didn't still didn’t take the gator mask

down. Little did I know, this would be the prelude to a grand romantic overture.

With a flick of the faucet and a squirt of soap, he washed his hands, and just as I thought I had won this hygienic minor war lol – but then, he did the unexpected. He BOLDLY put his freshly washed hand in my face, as if to say, "Challenge accepted, and conquered!" The audacity! I quickly cussed telling him get his hand out my damn face as he laughed. I went upstairs for over an hour to get ready for the party and when I came down, that bold,

gator mask wearing man was STILL inside sitting on the couch waiting for me.

And just like that, the ice was broken—or should I say, the soap scum on his hands was broken lol, and so were the barriers between us - literally and figuratively. Before going further with flirting - once I saw his beautiful face - I said: "Whew you're a beautiful man but HARD pause, I have a very important question to ask you before I continue to flirt, who is Jesus to you?" He no longer smiled and answered with full confidence and sincerity that Jesus is his all and all, his bright and morning star and nothing is possible without Him - then said nothing about me as a man is beautiful, but YOU are a beautiful woman.

I was SOLD at that moment more than words can express ... We

spent the rest of the day inseparable, sharing laughs, past experiences, and

the occasional flirtatious splash in the pool.

The next morning, I called my best friend with a twinkle in my eye and hard laugh declaring, "Girrrrl, that man gone be my husband!" Little did I know, my prophetic jest was a preview of the love

story that was about to unfold—a tale filled with humor, hand hygiene, and the

perfect blend of serendipity with a whole lot of Jesus!!!

After all, they say love has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it, perhaps even in the most unexpected handwashing encounters.