Rich and I lived in the same townhouse complex in Swansboro, North Carolina. To be a little more specific, he lived 2 doors down from me. I had heard rumors of a young "navy pt" living close to me from my neighbor, Teri. When I formally moved into the complex I anticipated meeting this mystery man for a week (felt like YEARS at the time). His car was hardly ever there, as a creeply peeked out my windows - thus, I was convienced he had a girlfriend. 

We officially met on a June afternoon, a week after I moved in, as we were walking to our mailboxes (I'm still convienced he was checking his mail at that time because of me even though he refuses to admit that). We exchanged in some small talk about our home towns then Rich asked me to the local "wing night wednesday", which I happened to already be going to.

We met up the following day at "Ripetides" - the local wing hangout. Conversation flowed nicely as we both had previously visited Ireland and had a love for corny horror movies such as "Cloverfield" (I thought I was the only one who watched movies like that).

As weeks passed, Rich came clean to me. Teri, our neighbor, had also told him of a "young teacher" moving in next door and he anticipated my arrival as well. To my surprise, weeks before I moved into the complex, his friend Jon proclaimed (after a few drinks), "You're going to marry that girl."

....AND THE REST IS HISTORY =)