The night of our two-year anniversary, dressed in his best suit, Jeff slipped the album we’d listened to on our first date into the car’s CD player. As we listened to the music, I thought back to when we’d first met. As a member of a Washington, DC Scrabble group, I had been about to start a game when my eye was caught by a handsome young man walking toward me. Without hesitation, he hurried over and asked if he could join us. I said, “No.” Luckily, he knew I was being playful, and after pretending to walk away, he returned to join the game.

Two games later, after having been beaten twice by the third player at the table, we called it a night. Jeff walked me back to the metro station where I needed to catch my train, even though a different station would have been easier for him.

That night, I waited anxiously by my computer, certain Jeff would contact me via the Scrabble-group’s Web site. If he didn’t, I would wait till the next day and send him an email. Just as I was about to give up, the long-awaited message arrived. Jeff cleverly suggested we play a rematch Scrabble game: loser buys dinner.

On the afternoon of the Scrabble rematch, I headed to his apartment. He put on a CD as we began our game. When it came to the third track, “Lucky,” by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat, I wondered if one day that song would be about us. I lost the game by a few points and treated Jeff to a nice dinner.

Now, as we approached the restaurant for dinner two years later, “Lucky” played, and I knew the words were true. Jeff, always a gentleman, dropped me off at the door and went to park the car.

After dinner, Jeff requested the dessert menu and then excused himself briefly. When he returned a few minutes later, we put in our dessert order. Then, he turned to a bag he had brought and pulled out a travel Scrabble board.

“All right,” he said. “Now we play to see who pays for dinner.”

“Okay,” I replied. “But you always win!”

Once the board was set up, Jeff reached into the bag of letters to determine who would go first and pulled out an ‘A’. Then he passed the bag to me, even though I knew that he would most likely end up going first. However, when I reached inside the little black bag, I found a box! Jeff took the box, went down on one knee beside the table, and opened the lid to display a beautiful ring. He said, “Amanda, will you marry me?” Of course, I said “Yes!” He slipped the custom ring made by Denney Jewelers onto my finger.

When dessert was brought out a few minutes later, the plate was decorated with hearts and had the words “Congratulations” written across the top. We couldn’t stop smiling, and of course, I couldn’t stop staring at my beautiful new engagement ring!

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Last updated February 5, 2017