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On a sunny day in February of 2007, Nadia and I met in a small cafe in Reston, Va. This wasn’t your usual chance encounter or blind date; it was a job interview! Nadia had recently passed the bar and was working for a law firm in New York City. Without much interest in leaving the city, she applied for a nonlegal job with a media startup in Virginia to, in her words, “try something different.” I had recently left a large media company to take a chance on a small startup because I was looking for a new opportunity. One of my tasks at the new job was participate in the hiring of candidates.

Being relatively new to conducting interviews, I wasn’t entirely confident in my approach. As a matter of fact, I went into every interview with only one goal, “Don’t fall asleep!” (Typically, I’d work a full overnight shift, then particpate in interviews during the day.)

After a brief introduction, Nadia and I headed over to the cafe across the courtyard from our office. It may have been a chilly February day, but I was sweating like Wesley Snipes during an audit. You see, before the interview I had been informed that Nadia was “a lawyer.” It was nerve-wracking enough to interview normal candidates, let alone one with a JD.

I began the interview by explaining what the company did and what the position entailed. It was going smoothly, I thought. Then, I uttered the words, “Do you have any questions for me?” That must have triggered the lawyer in her because she peppered me with litany of questions that were way above my pay-grade. While she was pleasant the whole time, she was certainly giving me the third degree on all sorts of broad legal implications for the company.

I’m not sure if she ran out of questions or grew tired of hearing me say, “Um, that’s a good question,” but we wrapped up the interview and said our goodbyes.

Despite her relentless questioning, I highly recommended her to my boss, saying, “Hire her.”

Nadia, intrigued by the idea of helping build a startup, accepted the offer. I, of course, know that secretly, she was impressed with my wit and my charm.

We spent the next two years working closely together as the company went through several changes. Because we have different leadership styles, we didn’t always see eye to eye. Nadia’s like an offensive coordinator. She goes into everything with a gameplan that takes into account every possible defensive scheme. I’m more like a quarterback. I go up to the line of scrimmage, see what the D is giving me and then call audibles. Nadia plans; I react.

Initially, that’s what annoyed us about each other. But over time, we learned to use those differences to become stronger teammates, and friends.

After nearly two years of working nights, I began to dread the hours. I missed being able to do all of the things that “dayside” people do. So, I applied for a few day jobs. Nadia, too, had grown tired of working nights. She’s a morning person by nature, and never really liked working nights. So, she began looking, too. Neither of us expected to get jobs because of the economic climate at that time — few companies were hiring, and lots of people were looking for work.

Still, Nadia and I both landed jobs within a few days of each other.

Once we were no longer forced to spend time together for work, I began to miss her — I even missed all of the times when she annoyed me. So, we started casually hanging out. I thought it might be a little weird, since we had worked together for so long, but it wasn’t. Actually, and I think Nadia agrees with me on this, the friendship that developed while we worked together gave us a strong foundation on which to build our relationship.

And that foundation is more solid than ever, as we continue to build… from our engagement to our wedding.

To read the part 1 of the story of our engagement, click here.

For part 2, click here.

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