I’m married y’all! And today, I would like to share with you the beginning of the Ash & Ish love story. So, how exactly does a Midwest girl meet a West Coast boy? Let’s go back to 2012 to find out.
“You fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.”
It all started when I received a phone call for a potential job opportunity. It was the fastest three weeks of my life and looked a little something like this:
Monday: Phone call requesting an in-person interview Wednesday.
Wednesday: Flight from Indiana to California.
Thursday morning: Flight back to Indiana.
Thursday night: Job offer!
Monday II: Hopped in the car SOLO for a three-day cross country drive.
Thursday II: First day of work!
By the time the third Monday rolled around, I WAS EXHAUSTED. But the third Monday was Labor Day and being the new girl in town, I had a handful of barbeque/hangout offers. One of these offers was from a former college teammate. And as much as I wanted to decline, I promised myself on my drive that I would say ‘yes’ as much as possible and be open to new people and new opportunities.
I proceeded to a random house with a random group of people per my teammates request. Admittedly, I didn’t have the best attitude. I promptly dismissed the group of gentlemen in the room because they were at least five years old and playing a game I thought was foolish. It only took me a solid 10 minutes to come up with the perfect exit plan!
My friend offered to head out with me, and as I’m waiting on her to say her goodbyes, a guy, Ishmael, walks over offering to walk us to our cars. I was thrown off guard but thought, “play nice.” However, I didn’t trust his motives! I soon learned that this guy was a charmer who loves a challenge. This led to a very interesting walk to the car culminating in a 30 minute debate on some random Los Angeles street.
After several weeks of get-to-know you texts and phone calls, we went on our first date. (It should’ve been date two, but that’s a whole different story on it’s own!) Still to this day, I don’t know why I gave him a second chance. But that date, was the only one it took for me to realize this wasn’t going to be a short fling.
I had a cornea transplant earlier in the year and a few days before our date, my body began to reject the transplant cornea. I had to have emergency treatment, my eye was swollen and I had not been able to see out of that eye for days! But I’m stubborn. And wanting to be a woman of my word (or prove a point) – I refused to cancel.
The evening turned out to be eye opening. Unknowingly to each other, we both had done something not true to form at this particular point in our lives. I didn’t typically give people second chances and Ishmael was pretty superficial. We both looked deeper that night and knew something, someONE bigger was at work.
THE PROPOSAL: September 2014
After moving to another state, I had to make my way back to SoCal for a work trip. Working 12 plus hour days on top of travel, I was exhausted as my trip was coming to an end. Ishmael, naturally and intentionally, picked with me and irritated me ALL DAY LONG.
I showed up to Ishmael’s place on my last day to no one and nothing. Hangry me decided to choose to satisfy my hunger as opposed to worrying about him, because clearly he had no interest in seeing me.
He finally shows his face. I am un-amused and ignore him. He begins to try a number of tactics to get my attention. I refuse to give in! Eventually, I glance his way and notice he’s on the ground and his shirt is messy! (Really dude, you couldn’t even put on a clean shirt. *cue eye roll*)
As I turn around to give him a piece of my mind, I see a box and realize his shirt reads, ”Will you marry me?” Well played Mister, well played!