When Willie I met we were both working full time. Me, Megan, a nurse- working odd shifts, and Willie, a survival instructor spending a lot of time in the field. Getting out with friends was hard but meeting new people and potential dates seemed to be impossible. We both found ourselves on a dating website to see if we would have better luck. I came across Willie’s profile where the only comment he wrote, besides the usual body type, likes/dislikes, profession etc., read “I find clumsy girls endearing”. The moment I read this I knew I needed to meet him. We decided to meet at The Elk where I talked non-stop thanks to the nerves while Willie smiled and listened. We had so much in common, our sense of humor, passion for living life to the fullest, laid back personalities and especially our love for our friends and family.
Days, weeks and months went by and the pieces began to fall into place. Friends approved enthusiastically, families adored; our lives seemed to come together with ease.
After about two years of dating Willie proposed to me in our living room with the help of our, then-two-month-old, puppy, Rue. It was a crisp, bright October morning. We were on the couch drinking coffee. Willie asked me if I would adjust Rue’s collar, telling me “it seemed tight?” I, not being a morning person and only a few sips into my cup of coffee, rolled my eyes and mumbled under my breath, “Why can’t you do it?” I grumpily unhooked her collar and the ring fell right into my hand. He got down on one knee, in the dog bed, and proposed. I said yes. It was perfect.