Friday, April 17, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Step 1: Get Engaged
So here's our story, abbreviated of course, from Daniel with notes from Brit
The start-
Salsa dancing, come on lets be honest, a Latin dance style about seduction, passion, and hips and trust me Daniel can shake em….you are just asking for trouble. And despite our best efforts to deny it, looking back, even from that point we began something we couldn’t stop. And I thought I was safe from his charm, since I wasn't quite sure if Daniel was interested in the ladies. Friends destined to become permanent dance partners. It was our fourth year of university and we decided to have some fun this year to balance the craziness of architecture school. So we danced, and we loved it. It was the start of our friendship and the start of our relationship, one that was full of laughter.
The middle-
The fights….no no not us, but professionals. And by professionals he means UFC, like the kind with blood and testosterone. Seem a little odd? Oh trust me it is. After we both came back from a semester in Europe we starting hanging out again and picked up the friendship we had started the year before. The one thing we did the most was to go to the local sports bar and watching UFC fights on Saturday nights. (Isn’t she the most amazing woman, she likes watching two guys knock the tar out of each other, what more can a boy ask for!!!!) (I just thought, well we must let men be men. I'm not gonna change this guy so I learn to know him for who he is. If I like the real deal, then I'll stay and I'll never be disappointed) We also began cooking and having meals together; Morrocan stew with Argentinian Malbec, Crab tacos with homemade birthday cupcakes, fillet mignon topped with crab and perfectly suculent scallions....oh my mouth is watering...we like GOOD food a LOT!!!!
The end….rather the real beginning-
I moved to San Francisco and made things as difficult as possible, well not intentionally, but long distance is not fun. However, the distance did teach me something very important, I knew that I could not live without Brit (nor did I want to) and I was not willing to wait years to make that commitment to her. So on March 28, the day after her birthday, out on the cliffs of the Point Reyes National Seashore at sunset I asked Brit Karber to be my wife FOR KEEPS!!!! And I said....ITS ABOUT TIME!... no really I said YES!
This is the end of one chapter of our lives together, but more importantly it is the beginning to what is sure to be the most exciting and crazy adventure we have ever been on. There is no one I would rather have by my side the whole time. I mean come on, he's my favorite.
The start-Salsa dancing, come on lets be honest, a Latin dance style about seduction, passion, and hips and trust me Daniel can shake em….you are just asking for trouble. And despite our best efforts to deny it, looking back, even from that point we began something we couldn’t stop. And I thought I was safe from his charm, since I wasn't quite sure if Daniel was interested in the ladies. Friends destined to become permanent dance partners. It was our fourth year of university and we decided to have some fun this year to balance the craziness of architecture school. So we danced, and we loved it. It was the start of our friendship and the start of our relationship, one that was full of laughter.
The middle-The fights….no no not us, but professionals. And by professionals he means UFC, like the kind with blood and testosterone. Seem a little odd? Oh trust me it is. After we both came back from a semester in Europe we starting hanging out again and picked up the friendship we had started the year before. The one thing we did the most was to go to the local sports bar and watching UFC fights on Saturday nights. (Isn’t she the most amazing woman, she likes watching two guys knock the tar out of each other, what more can a boy ask for!!!!) (I just thought, well we must let men be men. I'm not gonna change this guy so I learn to know him for who he is. If I like the real deal, then I'll stay and I'll never be disappointed) We also began cooking and having meals together; Morrocan stew with Argentinian Malbec, Crab tacos with homemade birthday cupcakes, fillet mignon topped with crab and perfectly suculent scallions....oh my mouth is watering...we like GOOD food a LOT!!!!
The end….rather the real beginning-I moved to San Francisco and made things as difficult as possible, well not intentionally, but long distance is not fun. However, the distance did teach me something very important, I knew that I could not live without Brit (nor did I want to) and I was not willing to wait years to make that commitment to her. So on March 28, the day after her birthday, out on the cliffs of the Point Reyes National Seashore at sunset I asked Brit Karber to be my wife FOR KEEPS!!!! And I said....ITS ABOUT TIME!... no really I said YES!
This is the end of one chapter of our lives together, but more importantly it is the beginning to what is sure to be the most exciting and crazy adventure we have ever been on. There is no one I would rather have by my side the whole time. I mean come on, he's my favorite.
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