Lee Wilder
This is an abridged version of the story so you don’t have to read a wall of text.
We were at a wedding in NY and had only met the night before. We were however both at the bride’s AirB&B earlier getting ready for the ceremony and reception. I also happened to be working on making batch cocktails & garnishes as per the bride’s request. One of these garnishes was skewers with two blueberries wrapped in a thin sliced lemon. I was anxious to talk to Storm, but they spent the whole cocktail hour taking photos with the rest of the wedding party.
Eventually, I’m able to ask them if I can get them a drink and come back with one of each batch cocktail I’d made for the wedding. Storm says she’s “not sure how to eat this garnish” to which I offer to demonstrate. Unfortunately, before I can do so I’m cut short by their fathers telling us it was time for the father-daughter dance. I kiss her hand and say I’ll see her later on the dance floor.
Fast forward an hour or two and we’re dancing, both holding another cocktail. Who knows how many we’ve had at this point. I say “I never showed you how to eat the garnish” and am thankfully asked to demonstrate. I remove the blueberries from the skewer, feed her one blueberry with my hands and put the other in my mouth and feed it to her that way.
Incredibly nervous as I was, it seemed to work out and we spent basically the rest of the wedding either dancing the night away or sneaking away to kiss out of sight of their family. After the reception, I ask for her number and if it’s okay for me to text them. I think I even offer to call them on their drive back to Ohio. She takes me up on the offer, we spend a month straight texting and calling each other constantly before I finally ask them out and the rest is history.