Weddings We ♥
Andrew's sneakers were cool, I had gotten my braces off, and it was Spring. That was that.
A bottle of champagne later, I went home with him and never left.
I was struck by his chivalry. He also had a killer haircut.
I thought that he was joking when he proposed because he couldn’t get the ring out of his bag.
Eight of the male guests streaked naked across the cricket pitch in my honour.
Our rabbi conducted the ceremony during a downpour.
We kissed at a bar by a jukebox and it's kind of a blur from there.
We gave each guest a penny to make a wish in a birdbath.
We first met at a nightclub. He was a promoter, I was his waitress
My mother walked me down the aisle with the mariachi band playing in the background.
He ran into my crazy grandmother, Elena, and convinced her to persuade me to go on a date with him.
When Paul and I danced to 'Try A Little Tenderness' we went completely buck nuts.
We wrote our vows. Right before the ceremony.
I got Adam to dance a bit–– it’ll probably never happen again. He twerked. In a kilt.
I didn't want a diamond ring, so he got me a gold band inscribed with BTS for 'Beat The System'
We vowed to love each other forever in a monstrous hurricane.
I may have drank half a bottle of wine beforehand at a friend's house, and Chris later admitted that he too, was considerably drunk going in.
We were lying in bed when he told me he loved me. I tried to play it super cool, but inside I was freaking out when I told him I loved him too.
He is the perfect combination of creative and passionate and rational and stable for me.
We watched the ships go in and out of the harbor as we said our wedding vows.
We are perfect complements to one another and I guess we have figured that out over time.
We had been dating for 3 1/2 years, and he designed the ring himself.
Tom and I are both DJs, and we bumped into each other at a record store in the East Village after meeting years earlier. I liked him immediately.
Much to my mother's disappointment, we had our wedding at a barbecue joint up the street from our apartment in Brooklyn.
I don’t think either of us were ready to 'meet the one', but we also couldn’t seem to look away.
She mentioned she was a musician when I asked her what she did. I was like, 'uh huh, sure you are', because I tend to be judgmental like that.
While waiting for our table, we saw a couple making out at the bar and we were like 'OMG, who does that?' but by the end of the night, it was us.
With Max, I just never wanted it to end.
The two of us went to the beach with an officiant and made it legal
The lighting was atmospheric and honey-coated, and after some milky sake, Scott revealed his love to me. It was magic.
The bigger moment for us was that first kiss and choosing to transition from friendship to more, which happened one boozy night on the rooftop of my Christopher Street apartment.
On our first date, we ordered omakase, which is the chef's choice of sushi until you say, 'when'. We talked forever, so they kept serving us piece after piece.
Mike was the DJ at my going away party at our mutual friend's house and for some reason that night we just clicked.
Finally, one summer, I saw him sitting shirtless on his fire escape eating an apple and that was it.
It was refreshing to meet someone like that. Just nice.
Huck is different than anyone I've ever dated. He lives on the bright side. He always sees the light and takes my hand and pulls me into it.
As soon as they were done with the songs, James lept over the barricade and ran over to introduce himself and shake my hand.
He has kind eyes, and maybe I'd finally figured out what a good man looks like.
I first noticed Jesse at a friend’s rooftop party on Memorial Day 2005, but I decided he was gay, possibly born again, and had a strangely high voice.
Dalton was different from other guys I dated because he really liked me. There were no games. There was no boy disease.
There have been so many moments throughout our relationship where I knew he would be the one I would marry.
To this day, Cynthia still makes me eat our wedding cake on our anniversary, even though it’s seven years old.
Taavo and I met at work — he was an architect, I was in event planning — and we were not big fans of each other at first.
Our first date included a nice dinner followed by a walk on the beach, where I took off my platform sandals to walk barefoot and he realized I was NOT taller than him after all.
It was really different with him, because we had a really amazing friendship before anything.
We talked, and talked, and talked, and then finally made out. He had a twin bed in his apartment.
I met my husband at a Halloween party. I was an astronaut and he was a NYC fireman.
I pretty much said hello and walked away. He was wearing a plaid shirt with striped pants.
He followed me out after class and made his introduction with an awkward handshake on the sidewalk. There was an instant connection.
There were beachy days, beautiful sunsets, romantic dinners, but throughout the whole thing, I just had such a deep desire to be with him, it didn’t matter where.
I think I realized Peter was the one was during our first breakup (there were a few). I just always kind of knew we would end up together.
I first met Robert at a conference, and I thought he was just so beautiful and shy. Years later I was on a date with his brother Larry, and we met again.
We have a green card marriage, but not like in the movies. Ours is legit.
Before Brandon, I was so wrapped up in the belief that I needed to be fiercely independent.
Our first date was like a business meeting. We had had a flurry of wonderful, inspired, and thrilling emails but our first date was completely devoid of chemistry.
I was friends with his friends, and I brought cookies and cupcakes to a barbecue they were having. It was the first experiment I had with my BabyCakes idea, and they were disgusting.
I knew pretty much right when I met him that he was special. We connected immediately and spent nearly every day together after our first date.
I was magically in love with him. No games. No tension. Just love and sex and passion and all desire in every way.
Our first real date was a picnic in Riverside Park. She came even though she hates going uptown.
We had band practice twice a week and slowly over the next few months we fell in love.
One night we met up and had dinner and that was it — he moved into my place. We just fell in love really hard.
I was slightly annoyed that he was breaking camp rules before he’d even met me. And I noticed that he had beautiful eyes.
The table was set and the candles lit when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. It was intimate and low-key, just the way I wanted it.
On our first date I was impressed that regardless of the fact that he was a grungy art student, he still knew to put his napkin in his lap.
Ironically, I met Theodore at Happy Ending on the Lower East Side. This was back when people met in person for the first time and had physical chemistry, which seems a bit archaic nowadays.
I am not sure how much I noticed him at the party because he was definitely cool and 4 years older than me.
As we huddled under an umbrella, I blurted out, 'I have lust for you'
He just felt so much more awesome than any guy I'd ever dated.
We spotted each other from across the room and kind of just fell for each other instantly.
I mean, he had a cute face but I couldn't get passed his long, puffy, curly haired ponytail. I was pretty one dimensional back then, I only dated rock climbers.
My husband and I were set up on a blind date by OUR GRANDMOTHERS. They've been playing bridge together for forty years.
We met when we were 14 at summer camp. He spent all day working up the courage to ask to sit next to me at dinner.
The bouncer looked at Dave, asked if we were together and I said "yes". It was an instant match.
My friend was giving me that 'my-amazing-new-boyfriend-has-a-friend' thing, and I wasn't buying it.
He picked me up in a creepy looking leather jacket and I thought his legs might be too short so I wasn't sure how this was going to work out.
A few years later I was trolling around NY, and I just thought, "man I need a dude!"
All of a sudden, I liked everything about him.
We discovered we both enjoy fly fishing and drinking tequila.
I could not have been happier with our wedding, and wish that I could do it once a year.
He asked me if I wanted to share a camel ride with him in the desert. I guess I’d say that was our first date.
The wedding is just the first part of the journey. Enjoy it. Don’t over plan, and truly make sure the day is for you.
The first thing I noticed about him was his eyes, which are the most large, beautiful, almond-shaped brown eyes.
It was midsummer's night and the weather was lovely.
I was nervous because he was older but once he kissed me and held hands I swooned for days.
My heart literally skipped a beat when he walked into the room.
...we went to a little bar by my house, drank whiskey until we were both tipsy, and ended up making out in the bathroom.
I'm not really sure if I ever had an "ah-ha" moment of realizing that he was "the one,” I was just super happy to go along for the ride and see where it took us. We are still riding that epic wave 11 years later.
I was interviewed by a guy named Nick. After the interview, I told my best friend that I was going to marry him.
Natas is really unusual. He’s the perfect combination of an introspective artist who still enjoys a rollicking dinner party.
He was a skinny punk rocker with messy bleached blonde hair and clothes that were too big
I'm sure my crush was super obvious to her because I don't even drink coffee.
We only had one minute to do our vows, and I was laughing hysterically.
He asked me to marry him a year and a half later in our apartment surrounded by seven hundred candles
We did really simple vows and my mom’s friend read a Frank O’Hara poem called “Having a Coke With You.”
The foundation of our relationship was based on love and laughter to get us through anything.
We wanted the wedding to feel casual and laid back, so we did a lot of it ourselves.
Before I met Mike I was in single lady hell. I spent Valentines Day at Housing Works reading magazines, to give you an idea.
When I first saw him, I thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be nice to go home with him?”
Before I knew Colin's name I called him the wood nymph. It sounds weird, maybe it was, but he was adorable..
The following day I called her and said that I would trade her cardigan for a date with me.
It turned into a crazy tequila shot filled night ending with us huddled together in a corner talking at the Merc Bar.
We had our dream wedding in Big Sur, with no cell reception, barefoot and on the beach.
Right after he proposed the lights of the Eiffel Tower lit up.
From the moment I saw him, I had a crush on him.
We eloped in India and still don't have a marriage license. Our union is a spiritual one.
John and I met in the 8th grade in Sister Jean's math class. He was from Ringwood and Ringwood guys were always cool.
When we said, “I love you” it was about six months into our relationship and we were just hanging out at his apartment. I was afraid to say it first for some idiotic reason, so I said, "I really, really like you" and then he said, "I love you."
Even though we broke up three times, we always knew we wanted to get married.
Whether we do nothing or to do a million things, it’s always fun.
He promised to take care of me and steer me clear of danger.
I was immediately into her, and followed her around the whole day.
He bought the ring in Mexico when he was 13 on a mission trip for his future wife. It fit like a glove.
I first met Ian when he grinded on me unsolicited on a packed dance floor at a huge Hollywood event.
In 1902, in Warsaw, Hymie fell in love with Sarah Goldberg, a beautiful and precocious fourteen-year-old girl with bright eyes and creamy skin.
We met at a wedding that I wasn’t supposed to be at.
"I knew Pete was "the one" after we went on a trip he planned to the Adirondacks. I thought, I don't need to marry this guy, but I'd be pretty happy doing nothing together forever."
I had no intention of ever actually having a wedding.
I was underage at the time and somehow she snuck me into their show. A few weeks later we saw each other at a coffee shop and that was when we actually met. It was love at first sight.
After we graduated, he moved to NY, I stayed in Providence, and we realized that we missed each other.
"Our first date was very sweet and slightly silly. We went to see Hot Tub Time Machine and awkwardly held hands in the theater."
Anna is the queen of cool and makes me laugh until my stomach hurts. Everyone that I have ever dated questioned or tried to change things about me. Anna listens to my ideas and appreciates all of me. Sometimes I come up with the craziest activity to do and present it to her. All she ever asks is "What time are we leaving?"
It’s always been a struggle for me to meet someone who had the right balance of country mouse and city mouse — both rural and urban — and he had that.
The moment I laid eyes on him I knew I had to bum a smoke and flirt with him.
I just remembered thinking that he was some corporate guy in a suit.
After the Facebook friending I decided to start throwing dinner parties at my house so I could make up reasons to see him more.
He was playing it a little too cool for my taste, so I told him he wasn't flirting with me enough.
I didn’t know that Jesse had never had sushi before; he ended up puking on the side of the road after dropping me off.
The bouncer looked at Dave, asked if we were together and I said "yes". It was an instant match.
He was always carrying heavy things across the property (shirtless) which was always a nice sight to see.
He proposed on a quiet cobblestone street in Tribeca. I started crying before he even made it down to his knee.
Before I met Steve, I decided all men between the ages of 35 and 45 were douche-bags. I had basically given up hope.
I broke my own rule of no kissing on the first date because, for some reason, I felt so instantly comfortable and safe with him.