Some people don’t believe in love at first sight, and Rach and John’s is a story for those people.
In a candlelit corner of a French brasserie in Old City, conversation flowed over scallop crudo and Wellfleet oysters. But when John suggested a second stop for ice cream, he was a little concerned that Rachael - with a social media campaign dedicated to her love of the stuff - only begrudgingly agreed. It was a perfect August night, after all, and sitting outside for a cone (pistachio for him and mint chip for her) allowed both of their personalities to shine through. When a late summer storm with torrential rain quickly rolled in, Rach and John huddled in a covered entryway like the climactic scene of a rom-com. It was at that moment they both knew…they were going to have to make awkward small talk for the next 9 minutes while waiting for Rachael’s Uber to arrive.
Something kept both of them curious, however. Rachael admired the confidence in John’s reply of “absolutely not” when she claimed to be a better dancer. And John found cute the ease with which Rach would roll out phrases like “a dog’s age” when most would just say “forever”, or “the bomb-dot-com” instead of just “great.”
Throughout ER trips for dogs and humans; vacations international and domestic; sharing a cramped apartment or enjoying their South Philly rowhouse; Rach and John have made each other laugh, supported each other, and of course found comfort in the love of a gentle Black Lab mix, Dallas.
Almost 3 years exactly from that night in Old City, Rach and John are excited for all the friends and family they hold close to join them for another late summer night. Because they stayed curious, and they love what they found.
“I knew she was a little into me even though she rolled her eyes at my
classic rock ice cream pun.”
— John
“I was sold when he
picked up Dallas’ poop
on our second date.”
— Rachael