In June of 2008 Dennis asked me to go on a bike ride because I got a new bike — as friends, I assumed this was a casual summer day activity. Again, assuming this was a casual friendly (NON-DATE) activity — I didn’t shower because who showers before a bike ride? Anyway, we rode all around — ended up storming while we were lost in Brooklyn so we took cover under a bus shelter and afterwards hit up Trout (which I believe has since closed) to grab lunch (lobster rolls). That evening we were going our separate ways and he sucker-punch-kissed me on the Williamsburg Bridge. I jumped on my bike and rode away from him so fast my hat flew off. The next day I had an emergency brunch with my girlfriends to tell them “OH. MY. GAWD. DENNIS CROWLEY KISSED ME YESTERDAY! WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! EWW!!” Even with all of the ‘eww’ faces I tried to make, I think my friends knew at that point I was already his girl. That one bike ride lead to over 4 years of dating. I guess you can say he sucker punched his way into my heart.
Fast forward to the present —
While vacationing in Costa Rica, Dennis and I rented bikes and rode them all around town. Late night while riding our bikes on the beach in the middle of a pitch black night he grabbed my hand and asked me to marry him. I said yes! I’m so excited for the next chapter of our lives and looking forward to many years of happiness and even all of the sucker punches in between.