I met my German fiancé five years ago, in September of 2011. In those five years, we survived a long distance relationship, moved in together, got engaged, and are now planning our wedding! The one thing that I have never talked about on this blog, though, is how we met.
Today, I will share my side of the story. Then, if you come back next week, you can read Marco’s side.
I came to Germany for a semester-long study abroad program on August 30, 2011. Although I was at a German university, all of the Americans took classes together. So, I spent all my free time with my fellow American study abroad students too.
As you can imagine, much of those first weeks in Germany revolved around partying. A few other American students and I lived in a residence hall near the city center, and there was a big parking lot in the back. So, on one particular Friday night, one of the students took his closet door off its hinges, set it up outside on some cases of beer, and we started playing beer pong. Below is a picture from early on that night. Yeah….
|That’s me on the left (i.e. the only girl in the picture)
The Germans are fascinated with red solo cups, as they don’t really exist in Europe outside of Hollywood college movies. So, this party was basically a magnet for any German college students passing by. And Marco was one of those Germans that happened to pass by.
A new game of beer pong was starting, and I was standing at my side of the table alone. I turned around, saw Marco, pointed at him, and yelled, “You’re on my team!”
So, we started playing beer pong. I don’t remember much of the game. The only part of our conversation I can remember is when I said to him, “Guess where I am from!” To which he replied, “Chicago!” And I totally flipped out at the fact that he guessed right.
A little while later, we all decided to go to the local Irish pub that us study abroad students frequented. Marco came with, but I don’t remember paying much attention to him at the bar. However, I do remember walking with him on the way back to the residence hall at the end of the night.
Our conversation mostly revolved around the word Einhörnchen
, until I asked him what his last name was. “It’s the German word meaning ‘rich,'” he replied. My German was so bad at the time, I honestly did not know what the German word for “rich” was. So, he told me I’d just have to look it up later.
Once we were back at my dorm, he asked to exchange phone numbers. We did. I think he even texted me that night to let me know he got home safely. I had a prepay phone, and I didn’t know how/where to buy more credit, so I didn’t reply until over a week later… Oops!
Make sure to check back in next week to hear Marco’s side of the story!