There I was, a junior in college home for the summer, fearing the coming F on my report card in Vollyeball. (It's not that I was lazy, entirely, because I was on the varsity track team at the time and the class was at 7:30 a.m. and was hurting
my training.) In a panic, I signed up for a community college PE class of Ultimate Frisbee, packed up my car and drove 5 hours back home.
Joining the old hometown gang, I headed over to a friend's house for a luau party, only to find I
didn't know many people there. This guy, who apparently knew me, and a girl I assumed was his girlfriend, interrupted my people-watching and I wasn't too pleased. Apparently I met him before. Right. I've heard that one before. He began quickly firing
random questions in my direction; including the ever-so-casual: "So, do you have a boyfriend?" After more questions, and watching him lovingly hold a huge inflatable parrot, I discovered that he was the captain of the community college's
Ultimate Frisbee team. Sweet, I thought, I found a ride to class.
As the days went on, I found that the girl was not romantically linked to him and that this Ultimate Frisbee class was pretty fun. He was also smart enough to ask me on a date
to ice cream, not coffee. Then the summer ended and I drove 300 miles away. Even though he had trouble with long distance relationships before, we decided to try it. (Must have been a problem with choosing the right one to date!)
After
almost two years of calling, webcamming and the occasional visit, I finally graduated and moved home. We were finally throwing Frisbees, eating ice cream, dancing, wine tasting and working in the same region! Then, on mother's day 2007, he totally
surprised me by proposing under the little tree in the backyard of our friend's house, where we had first met three years before.
We're getting married in July 2008 and are excited to start a life as Mr. & Mrs. West!










