I actually don’t remember the first time Drew and I met. He does, though. It was early August in 2012, about a week or so after I’d moved to Nevada to work on the Obama campaign. I’d just left the law firm I’d been with for about a year and a half, the stresses from which had left me reeling. I’d been seeing someone in a very off-and-on way for several months, and I liked him and everything but it wasn’t really going anywhere. Also that summer, Crystal and I were on a quest to try out every bar in Ann Arbor, and let’s just say it was a good thing that we both lived walking distance from downtown because I stumbled back to my apartment a little tispy after those nights pretty regularly. I thought Reno would be a good diversion for a few months…give me some time to figure out what I wanted to do while still drawing some kind of paycheck, meet some new people and make some new friends, then come home, see where things were, and find a new law job.
So I’d been in Reno about a week and change, living with another organizer because I had no car yet and the place I was supposed to be living was way far outside of town. She and some of the people that had been there a while were arranging a get-together, and I got invited along because I was staying with her. I do remember, vaguely, that at some point in the night a couple of the guys working for the State Dems showed up, but I was chattering away to a coworker because we’d discovered a mutual love for The Weeknd. I found out later I’d made the girl who the guy I was talking to was seeing at the time really nervous because she thought I was trying to put a move on her man, but we were genuinely just bonding over music. I don’t actually remember seeing Drew at all (so romantic, I know).
We met met during the voter registration push. With my outgoing personality and young-for-my-age appearance, I did really well getting college students to register to vote. The State Dems would put out a table on campus as well, and when I walked by, I noticed Drew. I thought he was cute. I would stop to talk to him if I walked by. I thought he was funny. The more I saw of him, the more I liked him. I wanted him to ask me to do something outside of work, so I started laying on the flirting really heavy. He finally picked up what I was putting down and asked for my number. We started texting each other right away and kept it up. One night, a bunch of people were getting together to drink at the Lincoln Lounge after work, so I texted him and asked him to join us. We sat next to each other and talked and talked, until everyone else had gone home. He walked me out to my car and kissed me goodnight and I felt butterflies. It was September 28, 2012. We’ve been together ever since.
This is real life and not a movie, so I’m not saying it’s been sunshine and rainbows the whole time. Our relationship moved quickly…really quickly. Within a few weeks I was already staying with him all day every day, with my clothes and shower stuff and everything. We were busy on our campaigns, so we didn’t get to see that much of each other anyways. I went back to Michigan for about a month, and then headed back out to Reno to visit over Christmas. I had a one-way ticket because it was cheaper that way, on Southwest, and I didn’t know how long I’d want to stay for. I just never left, so we ended up living together in a way that wasn’t exactly planned, before we really knew each other very well. My first session was rough on our relationship, with the busy schedule and stresses of the legislature, and I wasn’t really sure if we were strong enough yet to withstand it. Turns out we were. Our relationship has just kept getting better since, and I know that he’s the man I want to wake up to every day for the rest of my life, the one I want to go to sleep next to, the one I want to be the father of my child[ren] (eventually).
We’d talked about marriage, of course. When you’re in your late twenties and have been living together for more than two years, it has a way of coming up. We’d decided that getting married was what we both wanted. And very recently, we made it official: he gave me a ring and asked me to be his wife. Obviously, I said yes. So now we have a big project coming up: our wedding! We’re shooting for next summer, so we need to get the ball rolling! Words can’t describe how happy and excited I am to be getting ready to stand up in front of our families and friends and promise to love Drew for the rest of my life…and then have a fun little party to celebrate! So for the next several months, you’ll be getting a monthly update on our wedding planning process. I’m not trying to turn this into all-wedding-all-the-time, but this is my personal blog, so I definitely want to talk about what’s going to be a big part of my life from now on…so please tell me if it’s getting to be too much!