How I Met My Scott

For our wedding page, Scott and I wrote out our version of meeting each other for the “first time.” We had actually briefly met two years beforehand, but we were dating other people and only spoke two sentences to each other. This is an updated version of the original with a little more naked honesty in it. 


I was wandering some dark hallway in the hospital when out of nowhere, I thought about this girl. She had been in my class but had left school. I wondered what she was doing, who she was dating but more importantly, how she was doing. It had probably been at least a year since I even thought about her. I stopped and said a prayer that wherever she was, she was happy.

One week later at a UVA football game, I said, ‘Hey, doesn’t that look like that Alex girl from our class?’

My friends all said, ‘Yeah, didn’t you know she was back?’

I spent the rest of the game looking over at her while my friends joked that she had come back just to date me. Eventually, they made me stop looking because every time I looked, UVA did worse.

I went home amazed that I had prayed for her and here she was.

After that, I told people ‘Hey, did you know that Alex is back? Isn’t that great!


I entered medical school with the class of 2004, took time off to get help for my eating disorder and returned with the class of 2006 (in recovery – yay!).

Of course, I ran into many people that I knew from my original class, and they would say, ‘I heard you were back.’

Now, I think about myself all the time, but I realize that others don’t so I would often be taken aback and ask ‘How did you know?’

To which they replied, ‘Scott told me.’

‘Scott? But I haven’t even seen Scott yet…’ (I should admit at this point I was as flattered as I was confused. I remembered Scott and was pleasantly surprised that he remembered me.)

I continued to attend the orientation parties having the same experience until Scott appeared at one of the parties. I kept trying to get his attention and wave, but he was actively ignoring me. (I would find out later he was there because one of his friends called him and said, ‘Dude, I think she thinks you’re stalking her because everyone keeps telling her how excited you are that she is back. You need to get here.’)

I nervously went up to him and said, ‘Hi. You’ve been telling everyone I’m back’ (pretty smooth)

‘Yeah I saw you at the football game.’


We parted ways.


When my friend called to tell my Alex was at the orientation party, I jumped out of bed, got dressed and ran over see her. After assessing the situation, I decided the best plan was just to ignore her presence. (pretty smooth)

She touched my back and said ‘Hi.’

I started sweating and it was all downhill from there.

Luckily, the conversation only lasted about a minute.


Later that week, Scott made another appearance at a party, and our conversation looked like it was going the same direction as first one. A group of us sat down on the couch to talk and Scott got stuck on the other couch all by himself. I moved everyone on down the couch and said, ‘There’s always room for Scott.’

And our real conversations began.


Philosophy major. Brown University. Poetry. And she carried a pink backpack around in medical school. I was in love. We said good night, and I somersaulted across the lawn and smiled down the street.

Now, all I had to do was sit in the library until I get to see her again.


He was smart, funny and cute, but I wasn’t even thinking about dating.  Luckily, I spent a lot of time in the library.

We went on our first date (even though I didn’t know it was a date) on September 11, 2002.

Our first Christmas together. We’ve been dating 3 months in this picture.

We got engaged 7 months later on Easter morning.

We were married 7 months later on November 22, 2003 (which is quite the story, too, but I’ll have to blog it another time).

Our first photo as a married couple that didn’t involved a wedding dress.

We were both 25-years-old and madly in love. A little young. A little foolish. But ready and thoughtful and willing to commit.

One month and ten years after our first date, we have more love, joy and laughter than ever.

This post supports the International Day of the Girl on October 11th on behalf of and Charitable Influence, a network of bloggers using their voices for good. Today, I am blogging to help end child marriage as 60 million girls around the world are not ready or willing but instead forced into marriage before the age of 18. Help us help these girls have brighter futures and joyful stories of how they met the person they marry.

I was not compensated for this post except my heart grew three times its size.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

18 thoughts to “How I Met My Scott”

  1. Your marriage always makes me feel like people have a really good chance at making things work, divorce rates be damned.

    But, you know, no pressure.

  2. The part about Scott saying a prayer for you and then you are there gives me chills. I love it when things like that happen. The power of the universe is so amazing, just like the two of you together! Saying that is funny because I have never actually seen the two of you together. Weird.

  3. I was fine until the very end. I think it was the big picture of you smiling and then the tears formed in my eyes. I guess I still love sappy love stories and happy endings.

    Here’s to many more for girls and women around the world.

  4. This post makes me all sorts of happy. Every girl should have the opportunity to fall in love in the library 🙂 (May my own daughter be so lucky. For serious.)

  5. i can’t put my finger on the part of this story that made me swoony and sure we would have been friends even as far back as the ’00’s, but something here is wonderful.

    I’m guessing it’s the love between you two.


    And happy 10 years 🙂

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