01 of 09
An app named after breakfast decided that a coffee and a bagel ought to meet. Carlie was the coffee. David was the bagel. Nobody consulted either of us about the casting, and nobody has objected since.
How we got here
Our Story
Nine moments, in order, one of them on film. Scroll sideways.
02 of 09
David was in Las Vegas. The date was the next day in Huntington Beach. A reasonable man would have sent a text and moved it a week. David got in the car at midnight and drove through the dark instead, which in hindsight was the entire personality arriving early.
03 of 09
Carlie arrived early and could not make herself go in. So she took up a position in the Urban Outfitters across the street and watched the restaurant door through the window, heart going far too fast, pretending to be extremely interested in a candle.
04 of 09
From somewhere behind the denim she called her brother Brody and asked him what she was supposed to do. Brody’s advice has never been disclosed. It has never been repeated. Whatever it was, she put the candle down and crossed the street.
05 of 09
Whatever she saw through that window was enough. Dinner ran long, then longer, and then we went out for a drink afterward, which is the internationally recognized signal that a first date has gone well. Neither of us was looking for a reason to leave.
06 of 09
Second date, second beach. Newport this time. Carlie had decided a bikini was not yet appropriate, and so arrived at the sand in a complete outfit, fully assembled, entirely unbothered. We played cards until the sun went down and the sand went cold, and still neither of us suggested going home.
07 of 09
Before Carlie flew to Japan, David took her for real sushi and explained, very seriously, that Japan does not do rolls. Then the chef killed a prawn in front of her. She ate it. She ate every single thing on that counter. He has been telling people ever since, and he will tell you at the wedding.
08 of 09
On the third date David suggested, very reasonably, that they be exclusive and see how things go. He said it the way a man proposes a trial period. Carlie agreed to the trial. The trial was never formally concluded. Nobody filed a review, nobody asked for an extension, and the paperwork is now in your hands.
09 of 09
Then one afternoon a drone went up, a knee went down, and Carlie said yes. All of it is on film, which means you will be watching it at the wedding whether you would like to or not.
