For our second place runner up….

Our second place runner up for our couple’s contest was a tie. Our studio set aside 15 extra votes for the couple with the most creative story of how they met. Those 15 votes went to London and Shelby. More so than the unique circumstances of how they met drew us in, but also the creative style of the approach of presenting their story.

This is how the two met…

“So instead of a traditional story, Shelby and I wrote two seperate stories and kind of clashed them together. Enjoy~


On Saturday April 24th, 2010 cannons sounded in the air of Visalia, California as the start of the visalia renaissance fair. London Morgan had just turned 21 a few days prior and grinned as he took in the first event of his now 3rd season working the ren fair. Today he is working in ‘Rusty Sword’ a weapon vendor. Across the site Shelby Witt, a fairgoer since age 13, sits inside of a baked potato booth. At age 18 this is her first time working the Renaissance Fair. Although these two personalities came from very different places, neither of them realized what jacked up history they would soon write together.

I had past a few of the guildyards in the back of the site and was heading towards the front gate through the food court. As i approached, a delicious aroma wafted past me. (despite whatever SHE says i DID smell the potatoes first) i cant say i knew what it was but it did lead me to look around to find the source of said fragrance. I glanced about and just up the hill was a booth and behind the counter was a figure with long golden hair.(i could already tell she was cute…i just needed the confirmation) I saw this beautiful girl turn around and look at me and then i just couldnt help myself…

The cannons went off and patrons started POURING in and I turn to see a gorgeous man looking at me and he begins to “sniff” his way to my booth. He apparently could smell the potatoes and couldn’t resist, ha, yeah right. He walks up and with his long lashes, green eyes, and stupidly cute smile, tells me his name is London and kisses my hand, and I swear if he ever kisses YOUR hand.. Your stomach will instantly begin flipping and you WILL melt. NO ONE can kiss a hand like he can. But, I would never fall for this awesome pick-up game he had perfected

I introduce myself and kiss her hand as is customary at fair (but I was laying it on pretty thick so i’m no innocent) Either they like it, or they dont. Most do.
yet to my amazement this girl raises an eyebrow and smirks as if digesting my comment with extreme amusement. She decides to play sweet and tells me i should get a baked potato.

“You should get a baked potato”

“Oh, should I now? and what praytell can i put on this potato”

“haha, potato stuff!” She looks around “we have bacon, sour cream, chives, butter, onions, salt, pepper, cheese and chili.”

“you have chili?”

“yeah. you can pretty much put in anything you want”

(Thats just too good of a setup to pass up…)

“Can I put you in there?” I smirk

she looked back at him with a little glint in her eye and in a provocatively sarcastic tone(because it wasnt sarcastically provocative)

“I dont know…that might get a little messy”

(I bit my lip…)

The faire has to go on and he has work to do so he promises to return and walks away only looking back when I couldn’t see him anymore. People come and go, numerous people are flirting with me, but its a faire, EVERYONE is flirting with EVERYONE, however, I just couldn’t get this boy, his eyes, and his smile out of my head. He returns around noon, money in hand. I take his order and money and give him his potato.

im not the ritziest cat at this swing in time and i didnt exactly have tater funds financed into the weekend. I had to mooch most of the cost for my lunch. I was pretty stoked i got to go back…that is untill she reminded me-

“Don’t forget to tip me”

Hey, i was only making money in tips after all.

“I don’t have anymore money though!”

“So, you can come back with some.”

“Hmm…thats a pretty big commitment”

“…I think you can handle it”

I smiled more flirtatiously that time 🙂

So, he smiled, raised one eyebrow, and walks away once again. This time he takes hours to come back, I started to think he had forgotten about me. In reality, he was running around asking everyone he knew for 50 cents. He comes back around the end of the first day of faire and I was done for the evening.

i came gallavanting back to the the tater shack boasting a whole dollar bill. She giggled and we started chatting. Now we’re at fair so knives are a pretty common topic. I asked Shelby if she had a bodice dagger for her very nice bodice. (now i didnt know this was her first time working fair…she seemed so confidant i thought she was seasoned.) she looked at me blankly evidently unaware of what a bodice dagger is. This, my friends…simply WILL-NOT-DO!

After beating her over the head with a brief history lesson on bodice daggers i inquired after her preferred pigmintation…

He asked my favorite color…



“Good color.. but no.”




“You got it.” She smiles

ONCE AGAIN he tells me he’ll be right back and runs-

So im sprinting back to the rusty sword practically bulldozing people on my way. i mean, it was getting late in the day. So remember that booth? well the guy that owns it lets you work off merch for really cheap or lets you haggle him heavy on stuff. hes a good guy. so i storm the booth and find exactly what im lookin for. I fuss for a minute and then dash back with a smallish blue box in tow. I find her and shes looking at me suspiciously. So, I present the box to her…

He tells me its for me. I think my whole body turned bright red, and I had NEVER blushed before that. It was a beautiful bodice dagger with a purple jewel at the top. I put it in my bodice and didn’t take it out for the rest of the weekend. Later that night there was a party, like all Saturday nights at faire, but I couldn’t find him all night. Until all of the sudden I see him dancing to “Single Ladies” on a bench by the DJ, with like three girls dancing around him. I couldn’t say I was surprised. But they definitely looked more interested than he was. I waited, and when I had a chance to I pulled him away to talk to him. I finally had built up the courage to tell him I thought he was cute. “Oh, really?” I blushed again. I didn’t find out till months later that he was pretty excited about the fact that I thought so. Our conversation continues and he starts singing a song to me, “The Sleeping Scotsman.” At the next faire he gave me a blue ribbon, look the song up and you’ll know exactly why, and surely laugh

It basically turned into a weird infatuation with a girl who was just a little smart-mouthed and quick-witted. I really couldnt get enough of her. heh, i still managed to much it up for another couple of months though. ^_~

I mean sure he was stupid and cute and a TOTAL MAN *****…but there was something in him…I dont even think he knew it…

I love Him.

I Love her

Its as simple as that.”


Also tied for runner up was Hillary and Taylor!

Congratulations to the two couples. We will contact you to get your mailing address to send your certificate in the mail with your prize.

Again, thanks to all the couples who participated! We had a blast!!

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