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I’m Going to Get Married
Life, love, and things I’ve learned.
A little over 2 years ago, I started talking to Mayra on Twitter.
I was in a weird place at the time.
I’d recently quit my teaching job — my only source of stable income at the time — and I was about to head down to Austin for a month of training. I didn’t have a home, I didn’t have a job, and I definitely wasn’t in the best place to have a relationship at the time. Oh, and Mayra was living in San Diego.
Perhaps a better version of myself wouldn’t have even tried to date her out of some misplaced desire to protect her. A more cynical version of myself might not have tried in order to protect me. But where I was at the time, I couldn’t help myself. I was enamored by her from the gate.
I leaped headfirst into a relationship during one of the most unpredictable periods of my already unpredictable life. It could have backfired terribly. The odds of this article being written were maybe not great.
But instead, on Monday of this week at one of my favorite places in Chicago, Montrose Harbor, I pulled a ring out of my pants, got on one knee, and asked my favorite person in the world a simple sentence that would change our lives forever:
