In our engagement announcement, I promised wedding planning coverage.
So you’re gonna get wedding planning coverage!
Before I dive too deep into our wedding venue search, I realize I didn’t cover much about Alex and my relationship on the blog. Why, you ask?
I’ll tell ya.
- When you already have two jobs, finding time to write a blog can be laughable.
- Privacy can be underrated… and it’s a little weird to write blogs about your *~*new boyfriend!*~*
- If you’ve been a reader since 2011, you’ll know that covering relationships in a space so public had been a rocky road in the past.
But heck, when it’s from the past, it’s kinda like telling an old love story, right?
So I’m traveling backwards in time to give you a little insight to my relationship with my fiancé. I figure knowing a bit more about Alex will make it a little more fun to read about our wedding plans that way.
That, or you’ll feel like you know entirely too much about Alex. Like the fact that he enjoys wearing socks with 4 holes in them.
Alex and I met through mutual friends. After seeing each other out a few times and getting the 411 from my friend Megan, he turned on the romantic charm by sending me a Facebook message to ask me to get drinks with him.
I still remember showing his messages to my friend Emily and her saying, “Alyssa, his use of emojis… he is perfect for you.”
She was right.
We got drinks in town on a Thursday night. I hadn’t done any research on Alex, so I didn’t really know what to expect, but I was optimistic. It may seem weird to detail that I wore dark jeans, a white top, and beige wedges, but I’m telling you anyway. You’ll know why in a sec.
I walked into Fat Dragon, a restaurant/bar not far from where we each lived at the time. This dude had worn the same outfit as me to our date. I kid you not — a white polo, dark jeans (thank God his were a little looser than mine), and beige desert boots.
I’ve never really been on a first date that makes 3 hours feel like 30 minutes, but that’s what happened. In true form to the matching outfit, it was like he was copying my basic personal facts the whole time (“Oh, I lived in Europe for three years as a kid, too!” “Really? You’re one of three kids? Me too!”) Not to mention my name is Alyssa Halter and his is Alex Hall….
I was cautiously charmed. And I’m not one for mushy stuff, but I’ll never forget the feeling I got after that date that this one was different. We have spoken to each other every day since that date.
Our second date was to L’Opossum, which remains our very favorite Richmond restaurant. It was dead the night we went, but soon after, it got a lot of press, so now Richmond locals book months ahead to get a table. I can’t speak for Alex, but that date was when I knew I was done for.
Or, more likely, it was the next day, when he showed up on my doorstep with a surprise Sugar Shack donut in honor of National Donut Day.
And so it went. Alex got a puppy, which really threw Chloe for a loop. We’ve spent holidays at the James River with his family and on the Albemarle Sound with mine, we’ve completely intermingled our friend groups, and when Alex bought a house in June, I moved in.
We’re doin’ the thang!
And ya know the best part? When I become Mrs. Alex Hall, I don’t even have to change my monogram. *hallelujah hands emoji*