Julia and Dillon
How We Met
I remember joking when I was single that I probably walked past my future husband in the grocery store and just missed him because I was too distracted by wine and dried mangoes. Well, it was the grocery store but not exactly wine and dried mangoes…more like dried coconut (I know I like my dried fruits, sue me). Dillon’s first job when he was in college was working at my local Trader Joe’s, and he was the cashier that forced me to try dried coconut as part of their “free sample” policy. I felt like I was holding up the line, and to convince me, he whispered, “If you don’t like it, I get to eat the rest of the opened bag.”
4 years later, we so romantically swiped right on each other on Tinder. I had no idea who he was but he immediately recognized me. He excitedly messaged me and lovely me didn’t reply. Thank goodness Dillon decided to message me in one last attempt again and asked me on a date. I was pretty jaded by dating at that point *hello Tinder* and I almost canceled on our date. I was starting to get comfortable being alone, but the date was at my favorite little brewery called The Elbow Room in Montrose, CA, so I decided it couldn’t hurt. We ended up closing down the bar and hanging out for hours after. We haven’t run out of things to talk about since, and I owe it all to dried coconut, Tinder, and good beer.
How He Asked
I kinda knew it was coming. No one wants to hear that, but after almost 3 years, you pick up on your significant other’s clues. We were going on vacation for two weeks with our friend Conor to Iceland, Ireland, England, and France. I had a feeling he may pop the question on this trip since we were going to be visiting so many beautiful places, and our great friend would be there to document it. Shout out to our travel buddy & now groomsman Conor by the way!
Little did I know how much anticipation and anxiety this would cause! Every time we took a photo, I was wondering if he was going to do it. Look at this loser below not getting proposed to in Iceland:
By the time we got to our last destination, France, and already seen all the iconic landmarks like the Eiffel Tower, I had given up on the idea. I even texted my friends telling them it probably wasn’t going to happen, and not to get their hopes up. I felt so stupid that I even admitted to thinking it was going to happen on this trip to Dillon and Conor, to which Conor replied, “Why would I want to be stuck on a vacation as the 3rd wheel with a newly engaged couple?” He was right. He was sooo right. I have to admit, without the anticipation of our pending proposal, I was able to relax and enjoy our last stop at the gorgeous Palace of Versailles. We walked through the gorgeous gardens and stopped by multiple indescribable fountains. Conor said he would take a picture of us at the top of the last 3 tiered fountain. I felt the ring box in Dillon’s jacket pocket as we posed, but I convinced myself it was just something else he was holding.
Conor gave the thumbs up, and I thought the picture was over. Dillon had a whole speech but ended up saying, “Hey!” to prevent me from walking away. I turned around and he was in on one knee saying, “Will you marry me?” I immediately started trembling and tearing up. I had about two weeks to think about what I was going to say in response, and that all went out the window! Words could not be formed, so all I could do was nod yes and smile/ cry.