So our story started much like many others… at a punk rock show in a dive bar.


Actually our story started 9 months earlier when we became acquainted through mutual friends. This is also when the misunderstanding started. You see, when Michael and I met, we both thought the other person was seeing someone. So for the following 9 months we constantly ran into each other, at friends’ parties, local bars, etc. We were both crushing hard on each other, but we never made a move because we both thought the other was taken.


And then we ran into each other, yet again, at a local punk rock show. Of course make a beeline to each and start chatting. And (finally!) it comes up… relationship status. “You’re single?… Wait, you’re single? Should we go on a date?… Yes!”. Well, once I knew he was interested it wasn’t the end of the night before I kissed him… in platform boots surrounded by headbanging punk rockers.


And the rest is history! We have pretty much been inseparable ever since. We were in a completely exclusive committed relationship before our second date. We moved in together after 3 months. And we were engaged before being together an entire year.


We never thought we would find our perfect match. We both have had our share of terrible relationships, which of course left us with plenty of emotional baggage. Feeling like there was something wrong with us, that we weren’t worthy of love. But in each other, we found someone who loves everything about us, especially the parts that we don’t love about ourselves. We found someone incredibly kind, ridiculously affectionate, crazy about cats, passionate about the arts and always willing to try a new winery.


These past chapters are just the beginning. I can’t wait to see what the rest of our story has in store for us.