(Written by Stefan. Prepare yourself)

On a hot, steamy night in April of 2016, Stefan was out in his finest colorful Hawaiian shirt with less buttons than a Gameboy at a well known and well respected establishment in Salisbury, Maryland known as “The Warehouse”. Fresh off an illustrious football and club lacrosse career, Stefan was ready to settle down. What better way to find a wife than on the hollowed grounds of the dance floor of the Warehouse. Karly was out one night with the girls, fresh off a trip to Italy sampling the finest of Italian wines, men and culture. Their lives would never be the same. From across the dance floor, Stefan shot Karly a look that said “this is the best thing that will ever happen to you”. It took a few minutes, but eventually Karly could not contain her excitement. She asked Stefan to dance (yup, she came after him) to which Stefan said “hell yeah I want to dance”. This was a great comeback story considering only one month earlier, Karly swiped left on Stefan’s repeated Tinder attempts on the basis that “you had weird pictures of you in jorts and wolf t-shirts”. Little did she know, she would soon be joining the pack.

A few years later the two bought a home, a dog, and then a ring, Stefan asked Karly to marry him and of course she said yes. It was only the second time she ever saw him cry, damn you Gerry Bertier. Now the only thing left to do is to get married and make this thing official.

Thank you all for celebrating with us!