Marshalls version of how we met and got engaged

When I got home from my mission most of the girls that I met seemed really immature and when I was with my friends I would always complain to them about it. So one of the first things that stood out to me about Brittany was that she had a full time job and she was going to school. She also lived on her own and knew how to take care of herself. I remember when she started working the day hours that she would get there at about 7:30 in the morning, but nobody goes to buy a car at 7:30 in the morning so she would be in the showroom buy herself all morning. So every morning she would be up there reading her scriptures. The biggest thing about Britt, was that she was always unbelievably nice to everyone who came in. I don’t know how she did this, even with complete strangers. I think it is a talent that she has been blessed with.

I remember the day that I first asked her out I had gone to lunch to Weinerschnitzel with some friends and I was on my way back to work and just decided to finally call and ask her out. I had wanted to for months, but honestly one of the things that held me back for a long time was that she drove a Chevy Metro. I mean seriously, a Cavalier is one thing, but a Metro, wow. (We sold it after only two months of being married) Anyway, I finally got over it and asked her. I felt like a dork, and said some really stupid joke, but she still said yes.

So we started dating, and you know how they say that the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? Well, that was especially true for us. Britt would get off work around 3:30 and I worked until 6:00. By the time I would get to her apartment she would have dinner ready for the two of us, just about every night. Even if we weren’t doing anything that night, like on Wednesdays when I would go play basketball, dinner was ready. And not only did she cook dinner, but she was good at it! (I gained 20 pounds in our first 10 months of being married) So I knew I found a good one.

When I decided to propose I luckily knew who to ask about a ring. Her friend Jaycee who got her the job at Brent Brown told me exactly what she wanted. So my guess is that Britt, as surprised as she pretended to be, actually had an idea that I was going to ask, hence why Jaycee knew exactly what she wanted, she even drew it for me. So all I had to do was tell them what I wanted and decide on the price I wanted to pay, and two days later I had a ring in my hand. I wanted to do something special and even called up to see if we could have the Jazz Bear bring her flowers where we were going to be sitting. Good thing he was already booked because I don’t think she would have thought this was as cool as I did. So I planned a romantic dinner and told my roommates that they had to be gone that night. After dinner we danced to a song or two, totally unplanned, and at the end of the song I knelt down and took the ring off the chair that was right next to us, again, unplanned, and asked her. The funny thing is that she didn’t even see the ring until after she said yes and we hugged. Then she saw it and about dropped. We then went and told our parents, who already knew anyways.

An awkward part of the story that I never tell is how I went to dinner with her dad to ask him if I could marry his girl. I am such a pansy that I don’t even think I ever asked him, we just went to dinner and talked sports and stuff, but he put two and two together and decided to give me a little of his wisdom on what taking care of his daughter meant to him. Now here we are, 5 and a half years later, and finally back to having normal sleep and work schedules, and getting used to each other again. Hopefully the next five will be just as good, but with less weight gained, and more time spent together!

Brittanys version of how we met and got engaged

This is the story of how Marshall and I met, and got engaged.


Our story starts with my friend getting me a job at a car dealership as an evening receptionist. I was grateful for the job, I was living on my own and was trying my best to meet nice guys and have fun. Each day I would come to work and have to clock in so I would go through the service drive of the car dealership. Marshall and his brother both worked there. All the people in the drive would help me and were very nice. After a few months my friend got a promotion and that meant I got a promotion to the day shift receptionist. This was wonderful. I had regular hours and I could now socialize.

My interactions with Marshall became more frequent and I really thought he was good looking. I made sure that I looked nice everyday. I made efforts to stop in and say “hi”. It was some time at the beginning of January. Marshall had a customer that had an issue and had to talk with a manager about it. I spied him across the room most of the day as he came in and out. Well that night I went back to my apartment and told my roommates that I thought he was so cute. I really wanted to date him, but I was not going to make the first move. I had already done that with all the other people I had been on dates with, and that didn’t work out to well for me. The next day at lunch I received a phone call. The person on the other end asked if I knew who this was. (please don’t ever ask receptionist if they know who is calling I had no clue and I guessed, so dumb) when he explained that it was Marshall from service, I was so excited I was glad I was sitting down, I might have fallen. He asked me if he could take me out for the evening to dinner and games. I said ”YES”.

Around that time I had been having a hard time going on dates with guys. I felt uncomfortable and usually cancelled 1 hour before the date because of fear. Well work ended up lasting longer than usual, my replacement came really late. I did not have enough time to get scared and nervous just enough to get ready before he would show up. When I walked in the door from work to get ready, my roommates were there, I told them that Marshall had asked me out on a date. They about fell off their chairs because only the night before I had told them I liked him. We ate at ottavio’s in Provo, an expensive place, I ordered baked ziti and didn’t eat much because we spent the entire evening talking. It was the best first date I had ever had. I fell hard and fast. We did not go out the next night, his family was having a birthday dinner for his mom. But every night after that except Sundays we spent together.

We did not want to tell anyone at work that we were dating we did not want any pressure of being pushed. We tried to be very secretive about it. We would talk on the phone, and he would hang out after work. I usually made dinner for him every night. He loved my food. We talked about everything and anything. I liked having someone who cared. He helped me jump my car one morning (that was a tough one to try to keep secret). We talked about getting married after 3 weeks. We got engaged on Valentine’s weekend. We had spent the entire day together we had gone and gotten massages at the massage school, after which he dropped me off at my place to get ready for dinner. Well when he came back to pick me up he was a little quiet which at that time was unusual. When we got to his apt, it was empty, but there were rose petals leading to the kitchen. I thought what a nice valentines dinner. We ate Café Rio salad and listened to an album by Sam Cooke. He asked me to dance; this so far was one of the only times he has danced with me. The song “cupid” came on and he got on 1 knee and proposed. I was shocked, speechless and excited. He got me a ring that was beautiful just what I had been dreaming about. We were so happy. We went and showed off our engagement ring to both our parents. The best part was showing up to work Monday morning. To see the look on everyone’s faces when we told them we were getting married. We had several people not believe us. I am grateful that Marshall called me, and asked me out. My life is better because he is part of it.

after thought, I was looking at the photos I had scrapbooked and realized how young we look.  Funny enough I was 22 almost 23 and Marshall had just turned 22.  Boy we look young, thin, and naive.