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Over a year and a half ago, a guy at the Philadelphia airport came up to me while we were waiting for the same delayed flight back to New York. He asked if I wanted to grab a beer with him at the [overpriced] airport bar since we had enough time for one drink.
I said yes.
A year and a half later (and three days ago), he proposed. On an airplane. Mid-flight.
I said yes.
[Don’t ever call me Mrs. Chef though. That’s kind of weird.]

Over a year and a half ago, a guy at the Philadelphia airport came up to me while we were waiting for the same delayed flight back to New York. He asked if I wanted to grab a beer with him at the [overpriced] airport bar since we had enough time for one drink.

I said yes.

A year and a half later (and three days ago), he proposed. On an airplane. Mid-flight.

I said yes.

[Don’t ever call me Mrs. Chef though. That’s kind of weird.]

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