I met Brandon last spring when he crashed a party at my home. (OK, some mutual friends brought him along.) He wound up singing karaoke and drinking sangria with us until 3 in the morning, and crashing on my floor. We were friends for a while, and at one point even bet dinner and drinks that I was wearing the correct bra size (I won!). Getting together involved nudging from mutual friends and a six-pack of Heineken. Wow, I make us sound like lushes, don't I? A year later, he dragged me out of bed early to go to brunch, then insisted I take a walk with him down Pennsylvania Avenue. Then there was a speech. I totally didn't get it, that is, until he was on one knee with a ring. I did some shrieking, and said, "Thank you! I mean YES!" His parents came to town and took us to dinner, and afterwards, Brandon suggested we go to a local bar to grab a celebratory drink. The bar was filled with about 25 friends from all over DC and New York, ready to celebrate with us! I can't wait to see how he surprises me next.
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