HOW WE MET
Our story begins in the Hamptons, of course.
A few years ago, while Paige and a much older "friend" who shall remain nameless were out kitesurfing, the friend found himself in need of medical attention, as the elderly often do. With her characteristic concern for the well-being of others, Paige called in Hank and me. Though obviously secretly attracted to the debonair HankMed CFO, Paige played it cool and asked my older, more decrepit brother to serve as her "faux beau." Turns out Paige was in need of a fake boyfriend to throw her parents-whom I admire and respect deeply and would never willingly deceive-off the scent of her appallingly old actual boyfriend. When Hank refused her offer, I gallantly stepped in and offered my services. After an extensive makeover, in-depth Collins Family training sessions, and some photobooth lovin’, fake romance soon blossomed into something real. And that my friends, is how the legend of Paigan (Paige + Evan) was born.
After many months of pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, I determined that Paige was in fact an actual human being and not just an unbelievable dream. It was about that time that I realized I wanted to-no, I had to-spend the rest of my life with this incredible woman. Of course, I would never have dreamed of asking for her hand without first asking permission from Paige’s father, so if you hear somewhere that I proposed to Paige before speaking with Senator Collins it’s a dirty lie. Anyway, long story short: I proposed with my mother’s engagement ring in a photobooth just like the one where Paige and I had our first kiss, and Paige said yes; then we postponed the engagement for the sake of the Senator’s campaign; then Paige re-proposed at a swanky Hamptons party, and I said yes; then we set a wedding date in winter of 2013; then I realized that I just couldn’t wait a whole year and a half to marry the woman of my dreams, and proposed that we move the date up. And that, in a nutshell, is the story of the proposal(s).