Joel's version

We met at Warren Wilson College. Brianna walked up to me one day and said "Hey, I liked your poem". I was standing outside of Bryson Gym where I worked at the time in the Community Bike Shop. I had read a poem a few days earlier at this open mic, and I think I said something like "Thanks" and got really squirrely. 

So skip ahead about five months and she and I both enrolled in Goddess Traditions. It was a good class taught by Jeanne Matthews-Sommer (who will be presiding over our wedding btw). In the middle of that semester we both, unbeknownst to the other, signed up a service trip to New York over spring break. The second to last day of that trip was free time. Evan K. and I had planned to visit a bunch of galleries, and Brianna joined us. 

It was a really fantastic day, one of the best days of my life. We saw a lot of really great art. Later that evening, the 3 of us ran into the wrong opera house (trying to see Faust) and watched a single act of a really terrible musical starring Jeremy Irons. We left there and went to see a show of hawkish hardcore bands. So anyway after that day/night I would say that Brianna and I were officially good friends. We definitely stopped to chat and such whenever we saw each other over the next few years.

So several years later and two weeks after Brianna graduated from Warren Wilson. I ran into her and asked her if she wanted to hang out the next day. I asked her again that next day and the next one after that if she wanted to meet up. So on and so forth eventually she and I found ourselves very seriously in love. One day I asked her to marry me, and she said yes.