Our Story

There are, in New York, any number of ways for two people to meet. Ours began, as many do, at a concert in the spring. One of us was flirting; the other, not entirely aware of it, walked away. It was not, at the time, a promising start.

A few weeks later, the city intervened. We found ourselves at a burlesque show, where things improved considerably, including a first kiss. An attempt at a swift and somewhat dramatic exit followed—one of us flagging down a taxi—only to be paused when the driver stepped out, without explanation, for a slice of pizza. We looked at each other, laughed, and it all just began.

By summer, we were inseparable and insufferable. By fall, we were in love.

What followed was a series of New York–appropriate chapters: evenings with friends, shows on Broadway, ballets, museums, trips taken and retaken, including two to London, one to Vermont, another to Utah, and at least one memorable attempt at camping in a rainstorm. There were also long walks, last-minute plans, and a general tendency to say “we might as well” and mean it.