The First Date
September 20th — we matched on Tinder. After just a few messages, Peter asked if I'd like to meet up. We went to the Food Truck Festival by the Liberty Bridge.
Someone asked us if we wanted a photo — within the first 20 minutes we had our first photo together. We never imagined it would become more than just a picture.
We went down to the Danube bank — I was wearing high heels — and Peter carried me across the cobblestones in his arms. And that was the sign.
40½ Hours
We talked for hours. When I finally glanced at my watch, I thought it was midnight — but it was 3 AM.
Neither of us wanted the night to end — so we didn't let it. That date ended up lasting 40 and a half hours from start to finish.
Saying goodbye was so hard — but from that day on, we saw each other every single day. There wasn't a single day we didn't want to see each other.
Moving In
Since we spent so much time together — meeting every day — it wasn't long before we decided we wanted to live together. After we first met in September, we moved in together by February 1st.
The Proposal
The proposal happened in two acts. The first was a private, intimate moment just between us.
The second was in Paris. On a boat ride along the Seine, when we reached the illuminated Eiffel Tower, Peter asked — half in English, half in Hungarian — if I would be his wife.
In the box was the bottle cap from the Top Joy we shared on our first date — because a real ring was too large to bring. That creative touch was so Peter. I said yes 💍
