Single Lady, No More

I took Beyoncé’s advice and put a ring on my girlfriend’s finger

- Terence Ruis

IF YOU ASK MY GIRLFRIEND, well, now fiancée, how we met, she’ll tell you, “Oh, I just came home one day and he was right there.” It sounds like a joke but it is the honest truth. You see, her younger brother is a close friend of mine, and we and some of our pals often hang out at their house. So, we really did meet when she came home one evening while my friends and I were knocking back a few beers on the patio. You’ll have to ask her what she saw in my half-drunk self, but we started texting soon after, and four years later, I asked her to be my wife.

About six months into our relationship, her parents threw a New Year’s party, and halfway through the night, their friends ambushed me and demanded to know why I was dating her. I didn’t pause to think. I told them, “She’s the smartest person I know, she’s hilarious, and she’s pretty.” It’s one of the many instances that confirmed what I’d suspected soon after we started dating: I wanted to marry this girl.