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We met each other through mutual friends, Philip and Ester
(bridesmaid) in Menlo Park, California. Martin met Philip in a pub in
Palo Alto ("The Nuthouse"), and Genevieve met Philip and Ester at the
Stanford Urology Christmas party. With these initial seeds lain, our
first meeting was in 2000 at a St. Patrick's Day party hosted by
Philip and Ester. Martin wore his kilt, because he tends to do that
kind of thing. Genevieve was a little taken aback by this though
because his kilt tartan was the same pattern as her elementary school
uniform.
Overcoming this small obstacle, we dated for a few months until
Genevieve decided that we should break up (also at The Nuthouse)
because she somehow inferred from one of Martin's earnest ramblings
that he was merely looking for a wife. Anyway, after a couple of weeks
apart – along with a shared near-death experience white-water
rafting down the middle fork of the American river – Genevieve
came to her senses and we got back together again.
Five and a half fabulous years ticked by, punctuated with trips off to
exotic corners of the planet and increasingly peppered with many
subtle (and many more unsubtle) hints from friends and family about
matrimony. Then, finally, Martin popped the question in November 2005
while we were dining at a French restaurant in Menlo Park; the
location of our first date. Genevieve's answer is probably readily
apparent to you by this stage. Clearly, Martin's devious long-term
plan to find a wife eventually paid off!
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