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How They Asked Platinum Proposal: Lexi and Adam

Lexi and Adam
How We Met

We met somewhere you’re most likely not going to find your future husband…New Orleans. It was sophomore year of college and I was on spring break with a group of girlfriends. We met up with some of my roommate’s friends from home for a night of drinking, and that’s the night I first met Adam. The night was a total blur, but I do remember kissing this tall blond boy from the South.

Lexi and Adam

Fast forward a year and a half and I received a message on Facebook from that same blond, informing me he was visiting a friend at Elon, where he remembered I was enrolled. His plan was to drive from Baton Rouge, Louisiana all the way to Elon, North Carolina (about a 14-hour trek) for the weekend. As soon as I saw him again, the same instant attraction I’d felt a year and a half prior came right back, and we were inseparable that entire weekend. When it was time for him to drive back to LSU, I said my goodbyes, not knowing when I would see him again. About an hour after watching him drive off, I heard a knock at my front door. There was Adam, telling me he decided it wouldn’t be right to leave without taking me on a proper date first. He ended up staying a few more nights and asking me to be his homecoming date the following month. This started what would be our year and a half of long distance.

How They Asked

We’d been dating for six years at this point, and I knew a proposal was coming soon. In order to be fully prepared, I admit I’d curled my hair, reapplied makeup, and had fresh manicures every day for those few months. Everyone, including myself, was convinced there was no way he’d be able to surprise me.

We planned a trip with our families to attend Jazz Fest in New Orleans, which was something my parents and I had been wanting to do for the past few years. I knew months leading up to the trip that his dad had a work obligation in Houston that Saturday, so his parents would only be able to attend a crawfish boil with us on Friday, and we would go to Jazz Fest with my parents on Saturday. Knowing how important it was to us both that our parents be at the engagement, I had no doubt he was going to propose on Friday night. Again, I curled my hair to perfection, reapplied the lip gloss, filed my nails—you name it. Well, Friday came and went with no proposal. That night, I explained my frustration to Adam. “I knew you were going to be upset, but I promise it’s coming in the next few months,” he replied. “I just knew you wouldn’t be surprised if I did it here.”

As we walked down the road toward Commander’s Palace—the restaurant where my parents were waiting for us—I saw the sign for Magazine Street, and said to Adam, “Hey! I think this is where we first met eight years ago!” It was at that exact moment that Adam turned me around to face him, got down on one knee, and proposed. I completely blacked out and don’t remember anything after that, but I do know there was a photographer he’d hired to take the most amazing, candid pictures of us.

Lexi and Adam

I then saw my parents run down the street, champagne in hand. Moments later, his parents appeared (who were not in Houston after all)! The most shocking thing, though, was seeing my brother—who lives in Philadelphia—come running down last. It was beyond perfect—all of us together, celebrating right where he and I had first met so many years ago.


Special Thanks

PHOTOGRAPHER: Kris Liz Photography


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