Posted March 02, 2011 by
When I moved to Chicago three and a half years ago, the only person I knew was Greg, and we'd only known each other for a few months. I was well aware that moving to a big city where the only person I knew was a guy I was involved with, was a recipe for disaster, or at least for an unhealthy and codependent relationship.
I immediately came up with a plan to combat this problem, and it turned out to be one of my better ones. The idea was to email everyone I know and ask them if they have any friends in Chicago. I got a really fantastic response and was thrilled to find that my friends generally have good friends (seems obvious, right?).
So right away, that first month of living here, I started going on a series of what I called "blind-friend dates," where I met friends of friends in coffee shops or bars or for brunch. It was incredibly fun and I met some people that fall who I still see on a regular basis.
One of those people was a girl named Kate, and she actually wasn't the friend of a friend at all. Rather, the sister of a blog reader named Julie, whom I had never even met. Julie writes the fantastic and heartfelt blog The Eyes of My Eyes Are Open chronicling the adoption of her two children from Ethiopia, and she emailed me to say that I should meet her sister.
Why not? I was open to just about anything.
In an email Julie said, "Her name is Kate. She just got her MA in Choreography/Dance. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I just have a feeling that you guys might become good friends."
Well, it's a really good thing that Julie suggested we meet, and it's a really good thing we did, because this weekend Kate got engaged to Greg's best friend, Tarek. That's right. The sister of a blog reader is going to marry my husband's childhood best friend. Pretty neat, huh?
(I took a whole set of photos the night they got engaged and am really proud of how they turned out.)
Kate and I hung out a lot that first fall. She didn't know a lot of people in Chicago either and we were both broke, so we spent at least one night a week drinking cheap red wine and watching bad reality television together. A few times Greg and Tarek joined us, and we all had dinner or went to a party together. It wasn't long before Kate and Tarek were going to dinner on their own.
And this past weekend he surprised her with a really creative proposal and a beautiful ring, and she said yes. Greg and I couldn't be happier for them. Seeing them on Saturday right after they got engaged made me so nostalgic for that time in my life that I had to look up my blog post about getting engaged. It's kind of sweet, yet embarrassing.
In a funny twist of events my cousin Ron also got engaged last weekend. He's a food and fashion photographer in Los Angeles and I am so thrilled to be living in the same city with him and his fiancee again soon.
I also can't wait to meet Kate's sister Julie once I'm back in California. I really owe that girl a toast to her match-making skills.
Ah, love. And the powers of the Internet.