Robb's
Story:
The night air was cool, with
a mild breeze that carried warm dreams and unanswered prayers. Robb sauntered
through the club without a care. He wasn't there to meet anyone. He wasn't
there to find the kind of love most people only read about in trashy romance
novels. He certainly didn't plan on turning his whole world around for
the better in one evening. But fate, it seems, had those exact plans in
store for him.
Her hair was short and died blond.
She had the look of a surfer girl, and the moves of an exotic princess.
Instantly, Robb was captivated by this radiant creature, this angel that
had somehow slipped away from God's grasp and had landed right on the
dance floor that she now shared with his friend. There was something about
her that Robb couldn't put his finger on. All the glory of heaven shined
through a pair of sad eyes. Trapped. That was the look. It was the look
of someone who had been arrested by the Mexican police, but with a beauty
and a hope that so far surpassed the sadness, that they made it barely
recognizable.
Robb knew he had to act fast.
He glided over to her, hoping to find a moment. A connection. Something
to let him know that she knew that he existed. And then it came. A seductive
look of promised contentment. That was all he needed. He was sent spinning
into a world of hopes and doubts, of dreams and reality, of happiness
and fear. When his friend was called by nature to leave the dance floor,
Robb stepped up to the plate. He knew he could be rejected, something
he hated more than anything. But he also knew he would never have an opportunity
like this again. The appropriate hellos were exchanged, and after giving
her his name he asked for hers.
"Chrissy," was all
she said. Chrissy, like the glimmer of a droplet of dew on a crisp summer
morning. Like the dance of a rainbow in the afternoon sky. Like the breath
of God on a tropical breeze. Robb remembered what he had learned several
years earlier, that when searching for man's ultimate treasure, you will
eventually face the breath of God. And when that happens, only the penitent
man will pass. The penitent man. Penitent. Penitent. A penitent man is
humble before God. A penitent man kneels before God. KNEEL!! And that's
what he did in the Hard Rock Hotel some three years later. With a ring
in his hand, with a belly full of food and in a moment of sheer joy, these
two were betrothed. They are arguably the most incredible couple ever
on the face of the earth, or any heavenly body.
And speaking of "heavenly
body"...well, that's another story. |
Chrissy's Story:
Robb and I met on July 14th, 2000 at Tsunami's Beach
Club in San Diego California. Robb was with a group of friends and Chrissy
was with her older sister Liz. A friend of Robb's introduced them to each
other. They hit it off from the start and after a long night of dancing
went out for burritos where Liz thought it best to just give Robb Chrissy's
phone number. To the dismay of some of Robb's friends, he called Chrissy
the day after they met and arranged to go out on a date that night. Due
to Chrissy's surprise, she accidentally gave Robb the wrong directions
to her apartment (to this day she doesn't know why that happened), but
with Robb's persistence and determination he found her waiting outside
her apartment relieved and apologetic. From that moment on we have been
an inseparable pair. |