â€œI wanna dance with somebody!â€
(Iceland November 2011) This is the gorgeous hairy love of my life. Weâ€™ve traveled to some fabulous places together, and our wedding will be in one of them. We will be married February 2013 in Riviera Maya.
I met Kamil at a graduation party more than a decade ago. He was all blond spikes and baggy jeans, and my heart stopped the moment he entered the room. He sat at a rowdy table of guys, and was completely unaware that I was burning holes through him with my eyes. My best friend suggested I ask him to dance â€“ I was a terrible dancer, we needed a plan.
Here was the arrangement: as soon as the DJ played a Hip-Hop track, I would march over to the table, confess my two left feet, and ask the worst dancer in the bunch to join me in tearing up the dance floor. Epic failure! Every guy at the table pointed his finger at the pimple-faced drunken mess they called Lenny. I laughed at my own luck and dragged my two left feet and Lenny to make good fools of ourselves. This must not have been lost on Kamâ€¦he asked about me. *wink*
After some months of messages lost in translation among mutual friends, Kam and I finally had our first date on the steps of Union Square in NYC. We went sky-diving on our third date, and by the end of the summer, he was teaching me how to fish at his family lake house.
Kamil was born in Poland, and he and his family are deeply connected to the country and its history. When we were finally in a financial position to visit Poland in 2010, we jumped at the chance. He added a little bit of our own history to a quiet street that had likely witnessed as much ugliness as it had beauty. Maybe he planned it this way, or maybe he was too nervous to realize it, but Kamil never took the knee. He sat beside me and held my hand the whole time. I told him I was glad I didnâ€™t have to â€œlook downâ€ at him to give him an answer. I NEVER want to look down at him. We respect each other. We are fully and equally present in all aspects of our relationship. He said that Poland and I are his two greatest loves, and this is why he chose to propose in Warsaw. (I think there are three of us - and those who have seen him with his motorcycle know exactly what I'm talking about!)
Turns out Kam was indeed the worst dancer at that table â€“ and now every party we attend is punctuated with a dance-offâ€¦where the one with the worst moves takes the prize. The man wins every time!