I first met Oli… in a mental institution. Oli was there visiting some french chef he’d sent insane with a bad review, and I was there visiting Dionne Warwick. Well, yes, he thought he was Dionne Warwick. She’s very good on the Psychic Friends Network.
🎵Do you know the way to San Jose? La La La La, La La La La. 🎶
So there I was with Dionne, who’s real name by the way, is Jerry, having one hell of a sing song… when suddenly, breezing through the doors of the electric shock therapy room, I saw him; a vision, in pink. Sometimes he does wear pink.
I said to Dionne, “Dionne, who is this vision? Qui est cette vision? Surely he must be the Understudy for some fabulous Broadway Star. I mean, look at his skin! Who does his hair?!”
And in that moment, I knew… I knew that someday we’d end up like this… like some glittering Doris Day, Rock Hudson, extravaganza…
I said to Dionne, “Dionne, I’m in love. Could this Siren ever love me? Are the Gods that kind?” And Dionne, turned to me, opened her lovely eyes and said…
🎶The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup… I say a little prayer for you🎵

Just kidding! We met on the dating app, Hinge, #modernromance, discovered we had so many mutual friends through Disney, who all encouraged our courtship. We had a pandemic to grow close, Netflix and chill, and welcome our beautiful fur baby, Buckley.
Then, while on vacation with my family in Mexico, only weeks after having a hip replacement, Oli surprised me, by kneeling down on a secluded beach…
I turned and saw him on the ground and panicked at first, because I thought he had fallen down, then I saw this beautiful ring, sparkling in the sun, with his sweet nervous eyes in the background. I quickly realized the nerves in his eyes were way more about the fact he couldn’t stand back up on his own than what my answer would be. I scooped him up, we laughed, we cried… Im not sure there was ever a question, but we knew that we would be “Together forever… that’s how it must be!”