Taylor and Allen
How We Met
Our Story began at Jones County Junior College in 2013. I remember seeing this 7 foot tall guy walk into the cheer-leading gym with an American Flag cut off t-shirt and the cutest, goofiest smile I had ever seen and I knew we were about to become best friends. After he joined the cheer-leading squad with me, we spent just about every single day together. It wasn’t until the end of 2013 that we realized the “friend zone” wasn’t cutting it. Allen asked me to be his girlfriend on February 19th of 2014. He picked me up from my apartment and we were in the parking lot when I could tell something was on his mind. So I asked him, “What’s wrong?” He responded with, “I have something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time now, but I can’t get the words to form in my head — my brain feels like a big bowl of SPAGHETTI!” I laughed at him and then he finally formed the words to ask me to be his girlfriend. From that day forward, Spaghetti Head and myself have been inseparable, and the rest is history!
How He Asked
Over the years that Allen and I had been dating I formed a very close relationship with his two sisters. One sister, Brittany, was about to be married, and I was lucky enough to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. We spent months obsessing and planning for her wedding, and the day had finally arrived. Everything went beautifully. The reception came along and it was time for all of the “single ladies” to attempt to catch the Bride’s bouquet. We all gathered behind her and I was bound and determined that I was going to be the one who caught the bouquet. I got right up front and held my arms straight up in the air, ready to catch this bouquet.
Brittany pretended to throw the bouquet three times (each time I jumped up and screamed) before turning around and handing it to me.
I was completely thrown off. All I could think of was, “Oh my gosh, these girls are going to be so mad at me for just getting the bouquet handed to me!” Before I even had time to wipe the confused look off of my face, she says to me, “Turn around.” When I turned around, everyone had cleared the way, leaving me in front, and there Allen was — on one knee with a ring in his hand.