Haley
and
John
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Our Stories
We are so excited you will be a part of our special day. Below is the story of our relationship from each of our perspectives - we hope it makes you smile and more importantly gets a little laugh. After all, we can't take ourselves too seriously if we chose to get married on April Fool's Day!
FROM JOHN'S PERSPECTIVE:
Haley and I met our first year at Bain as classmates in a group of ~30 new starts that have become many of our closest friends. Haley and I crossed paths multiple times that first year as we got settled into our new professional lives at work events and parties.
However, it wasn’t until the following fall that I caught myself wanting to spend more and more time with this intelligent, outgoing blonde...
She was confident and always leading a crew of blondes to KSP or walking at uncomfortably high speeds on Katy Trail. Haley has never met a stranger and was the only 23 year old to try and bring a charcuterie board to a pre-game at my dirty apartment.
I was hooked, but she wasn’t shy in telling me I didn’t have a shot at dating her.
The Sunday before we both went home for Thanksgiving that fall with our families, I invited her over to my apartment to “try out” a new recipe I was going to cook for my whole family a few days later at the thanksgiving meal. Over lamb lollipops with a mint chimichurri*, I finally got that date.
Maybe it was the medium rare lamb or my persistent pursuit, she caved, and these Sunday night dinners would become a ritual super important to our relationship.
It was through these dinners, occasionally shared with friends or family (or just the two of us for way too long during COVID), that our relationship has blossomed and strengthened over the last three and a half years. We’ve laughed, cried, and shared our dreams with one another over these dinners.
*in full disclosure, I had made this lamb dish a handful of times and thought it would be the most impressive thing I could make her.
FROM HALEY'S PERSPECTIVE:
For over a year at Bain John and I were in the same friend group and that’s exactly how I saw him, a friend. Even on a travel case in Austin, Texas when he was the only other person crazy enough to be ordering tequila waters at an 80’s cover band performance on a Wednesday then wake up at 5:30am to workout, there wasn’t yet a romantic spark.
When my Uber cancelled on me after our favorite dive bar (RIP the original Knox Street Pub) and I did the notorious Stutts walk home, he walked home with me (on the other side of the street to make his annoyance known) to make sure I got home safely. When we got to the front of my apartment building, I had to make sure my intentions were clear, “Just so you know, I won’t date you. I’m trying to be single.”
Maybe it was my lack of directional ability that made him worry I wouldn’t make it next time without him or maybe he was attracted to the challenge, but from then on our sarcastic jokes were a little more flirty and I started to see him as someone who could be more than a friend. We enjoyed our weekly dinner cooking everything bagel encrusted ahi tuna and arugula salads together while singing (horribly) to Brett Young sipping mezcal manhattans.
When I brought him home to meet my family, he and my brother were instantly friends (never mind that he likely regretted challenging Connor to the Murph with an audience at Lifetime Fitness - don’t worry, John has won or had Connor forfeit every year since) and everyone joked that my parents would choose him over me given the chance (don't tell my mom he suggested we drink nice wine out of mismatched coffee mugs on our first real date)…at least I’m still the dogs’ favorite!
It’s John’s thoughtfulness, curiosity, wit, and dry sense of humor that make me love him . We love a long walk on Katy Trail guessing people’s stories as we pass and debating business models of different companies (even if John likes to walk more slowly than a snail). Because we were friends first, I’ve never felt like I need to be anyone but myself with him or keep anything in (although he’d probably prefer I did sometimes).
He has a way of calming me and reminding me to prioritize what is most important when I am overwhelmed or frustrated. He challenges me to learn and pursue my dreams. It’s a miracle he puts up with my late night rambles about some expert call, my constant need to travel, and the full social calendar I make for us. and that I’ve successfully brainwashed him into loving golden retrievers as much as I do.
I hope I can be half of that for him today and in the future. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.