Once Upon a Time: Liz & Igor

It was obscenely early on Thanksgiving morning at O’Hare International Airport and I was headed home to New York.  I couldn’t possibly have looked worse.  I had just pulled two all-nighters for school, was wearing a mans sweater which reached my knees, and black jeans that had really seen better days.  How was my hair?  In an unceremonious wad on the top of my head.  It was not an ideal situation for meeting ones true love, but hey!  It worked!

            My fellow passengers and I sat crammed like sardines waiting for the plane to take off, but for some reason, we weren’t moving.  Finally, the reason for the hold up came bursting through the door in the form of a frazzled looking young man who avoided our dagger stares like a champ as he bustled down the aisle and stopped at the seat across from me.

            I couldn’t help but smirk as he banged his head on the overhead bins before untangling himself from his bags and finally sitting down.  He caught my smirk and started to give me a dirty look before seeing the humor in the situation and smiling back.  The first words he said to me were “this sucks.”  I couldn’t help but laugh and agree.

            We chatted the whole flight and it turned out that he was a Navy man.  He asked for my number and I obliged because the combination of a sailor and an art student was too funny to resist.  I wrote “that chick from the plane” underneath my name and he chuckled.  I responded with, “well I don’t know how many numbers you’ve gotten today…you ARE a sailor after all.”  He turned red and denied any such thing, but for the record:  I was the fourth number he had gotten that day!  Player…

 

            We started dating immediately after Thanksgiving break and got married a year and a half later. This past May, we celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary. Can you believe it? I’ll save the “oh crap we need to elope right now because he’s getting deployed to Japan for two years” story for another post.

Until next time,

Liz

Once Upon a Time: Alexandria & Steven

Hi Romantics! I hope you’re all enjoying your Tuesday! I’m sipping down a RedBull at the front desk as I type this – there’s nothing like “wings” to get you through the day. 😉

I’m typing in today for the second installment of our Once Upon a Time series. I really hope you guys are enjoying having a peek into our personal stories of romance and feel encouraged that any day can be the day you find your heart’s best friend! I’m seriously such a hopeful romantic and this post should show you why.

December 8th, 2009, I was having a tearful heart-to-heart with one of the best friends I had made in this city. The two of us sat on a big leather couch in the Student Lounge of her college, in the basement of the Empire State Building. Surrounded by Starbucks-style decor and students studying, she informed me that her parents were making her move back to Alabama and she’d be leaving before the school year came to a close.

We were both crushed, trying to find a bright side to the situation, when the most attractive man I’d ever seen knelt before us and began to comfort her. I listened in while he said the sweetest things I’d ever heard to my auburn-haired friend. I couldn’t help but think he was amazing and want to know more.

But – as the conversation continued, it became really obvious that he was making eye contact with her ONLY. The conversation lasted for a good ten minutes, and he didn’t glance at me once! I started to get annoyed and wonder what his deal was, until…

he said to my friend: “I don’t understand how you can be so upset when you have friends THIS beautiful here to support you…” {he turned to look at me} “.. hi, I’m Steven.”

Oh, brother! Right? Well, it caught my attention. My friend gave him my number & we began texting that night. Who knew that would be the start of my happily ever after?

Be hopeful, Romantics. You never know what’s around the corner!

xoxo – Alexandria

Once Upon a Time: Marisa & Douglas

Hello there, Romantics!  I sat down with Miss Marisa Perry and heard a story that I surprisingly hadn’t been told before.  I thought it was cute & funny, so I hope you do too.  Enjoy a little Wednesday bonus post!  Presenting… the story of Douglas & Marisa‘s first date, by Marisa! Alexandria

People often ask how Douglas and I met. It was actually a pretty funny first date and worth sharing.

Douglas and I met in 2001 at a restaurant on the Upper East Side called, 212. I was having dinner at the bar and he spotted me. We chatted throughout the evening and he contacted me the next day. Before you know it, he was asking me over to his apartment with the phrase, “I live in the building where San Domenico is, (now Merea). We will go downstairs for drinks, but come over first because I want to give you something.”

I was not sure exactly what he wanted to “give me” but it sounded suspicious!  I decided to throw caution to the wind and go to his house anyway… and there was jewelry everywhere! He kept telling me that he did “fashion jewelry.”  I did not understand that term at the time and thought it was a glamourous way of saying costume jewelry. I thought all of his fun designs were made of unreal product!

Douglas tried necklace after necklace on me, put two rings on my fingers and said, “Here, you can have this, this, and this.”  I was wearing an 8 strand pearl necklace and two silver rings with gemstones which I thought were costume. I thanked him, and we continued chatting. Or I should say, he began grilling me. “Who’s your dad, what’s his name, what does he do? Who’s your mom, what’s her name, what does she do? How do you feel about marriage, how do you feel about children?” He asked about 20 other questions that you’re usually not allowed to ask on a first date.

After the interview, we were sitting at one of his jewelry tables and he showed me this gorgeous two strand necklace and said,”Isn’t this beautiful? These are emeralds”.  It was beautiful… but then it hit me, if this was all costume jewelry, then why are there emeralds on the table? So, in front of me there was a pearl necklace. I tooth tested the pearls and looked at him and said, “But these pearls, (pointing to what he gave me) are real!” He said, “Yeah, if it’s a garnet, it’s a garnet, if it’s a ruby, its a ruby. The material is not always precious but it’s real.” I said, “I can’t take this, the only person who has ever given me pearls is my mom, for graduation!” He barked at me, “Look, I really like you, they look really good on you, and I want you to get past it right now.”

I said OK because I did not want to offend him (and I loved the pieces and really wanted to keep them!!) We continued chatting and it finally came time for me to go home, so I grabbed my purse. Then Douglas said, “Listen, this does not obligate you to anything, not even to see me again.” I said, “Good. Because if I was going to go out with you again, I wouldn’t do it for pearls.” He said, “No, you wouldn’t do it for pearls,” and I left. That was it.

Needless to say, I saw him again, again and again and now we have been together for eleven years and and married for six of those years!
Love, Marisa