Countdown to Bliss

Bree Gelber and Eli Heitin

Met: Oct. 18, 2002

Engaged: May 15, 2004

Projected Wedding Date: April 2, 2005

E xtreme Makeover marriage! Fashion editor and stylist Bree Gelber, 31, a giggly brunette whose work has been featured in Marie Claire and Seventeen , is engaged to Eli Heitin, 25, a teddy-bearish filmmaker she calls a “jeans and T-shirt kind of guy.” The wedding will be at a grand but not-too-stuffy location like Cipriani on 42nd Street or Capitale. “We already baked the cake,” Mr. Heitin said, speaking metaphorically (one hopes). “It’s just a matter of which icing we put on.”

They were mutually intrigued from their very first encounter, at a party on the roof of Ms. Gelber’s brother’s Nolita apartment building. Despite his youth, the reserved, self-confident Mr. Heitin chatted easily about loaded topics like relationships and the expectations of Jewish parents. Plus, he sensed the chance for nookie. “She put her knee right here,” he said, indicating his left knee, “and I was like, ‘Yes! Contact!'”

Two days later, they met for dinner at the Noho Star diner, followed by a workshop given by the Artichoke Dance Company, a contemporary troupe that had hired Mr. Heitin’s production company, Suite Spot NYC, to work on some of their videos. The couple was rapidly finding a “sweet spot” of their own, if you know what we mean, and late one night about two weeks later, Ms. Gelber suggested that Mr. Heitin crash at her duplex on Bleecker Street rather than schlep back to his place in Park Slope.

“Only if I sleep on the couch,” he insisted.

Ms. Gelber was taken aback, but pleased, thinking it a sign of “respect.”

A month later, she invited Mr. Heitin to her 30th-birthday party at Sugar in Tribeca, where he wowed her with his calm demeanor and comfort circulating in a slightly older crowd. “Overwhelming as it probably was for him, he didn’t seem overwhelmed,” she said.

He moved into the Bleecker Street pad about a year after they met, and chose to propose in this choice piece of real estate as well, dutifully cell-phoning her father for permission from Broadway first. When Papa Gelber didn’t pick up, the impatient young buck called her mother instead, whereupon he was greeted by the indifferent beep of an answering machine. “O.K., you guys are great,” he panted into the phone. “I love your daughter and I’m going to go up and ask her to marry me. I hope that’s cool, and if it’s not … we’ll work it out later.”

Swoosh went the elevator. Mr. Heitin tiptoed into the apartment and shook his high-cheekboned, curly-haired honey from a nap.

“I’ve been keeping something from you,” he said-words no woman wants to hear. But then he “skipped,” as she put it, over to a cardboard box full of old clothes-she would never burrow through this kind of junk-where he’d concealed a glistening band of channel-set diamonds with three princess-cut stones at the center.

“He didn’t dilly-dally,” said Ms. Gelber, usually given to Converse sneakers but planning to wear a strapless A-line bridal gown.

“She has an amazing eye for aesthetics and beauty and fashion,” Mr. Heitin said. “She can appreciate things without needing to be them.”

James Glancy and Chantal Poirier

Met: September 1999

Engaged: Jan. 18, 2004

Projected Wedding Date: Nov. 20, 2004

Jim Glancy, 42, executive vice president for music in New York for concert promoter Clear Channel Communications, is marrying Chantal Poirier, 26, a publicist at Susan Blond Inc. “I’m never reminded of our age difference,” Ms. Poirier said. “Well, except when he asked if I liked the TV show Starsky & Hutch .”

The wedding will take place at St. Patrick’s Church in New Orleans, where the couple goes every year for Jazz Fest. Mr. Glancy is a ruddy-faced Irishman, but Ms. Poirier calls him “Switzerland”-“because he gets along with so many people,” she said. (She’s a fiery French-Canadian.)

They met while working for Delsener/Slater, another concert-promotion company. Ms. Poirier was a peppy communications major fresh out of college, and Mr. Glancy, a senior booking agent, caught her busting out a belly dance for a friend in the corner of the office, dirty-blond ringlets bouncing. “There was an exuberant sense of humor and a willingness to take a joke-and be a joke,” he said. “It was really funny and charming and interesting and weird and great.”

Ms. Poirier thought he “seemed like a cool guy,” but felt uneasy dating a colleague-a considerably senior one at that. In the spring, however, she gave her notice. Mr. Glancy gave her a proper sendoff: first at a Tracy Chapman concert, where on their way they held hands for the first time, then at Day-O in the West Village, where they drank multiple mojitos. “The limits were no longer there,” she said. “Those little suckers are strong .”

A few months later, Ms. Poirier left to teach English in China. But her new boyfriend continued to fan the flames of passion, sending over English novels and flying East to meet her in Thailand. She lasted eight months in the Orient before returning to New York (well, Brooklyn), eventually moving into an old painter’s loft that Mr. Glancy had bought in Noho, where he tolerantly let her supplement his bachelor futon with a club chair from ABC Carpet and Home and other yuppie basics. “There were telltale signs he was going to become an adult,” she said.

Indeed. One day, citing some miscellaneous errand, Mr. Glancy put a freshly purchased round-cut Tiffany solitaire ring in his pocket and took his new roomie for a walk in the neighborhood, stopping before a billboard that bore four neon-yellow posters-or “snipes,” to use the industry term. “Chantal, Will You Marry Me?” they read. Rock ‘n’ roll!

For the rest of the weekend, a steady stream of their friends called to ask: “Did something happen over the weekend that I need to know about?” It turned out Mr. Glancy had had 500 of the “snipes” printed and plastered over construction sites throughout the East Village and Chelsea. “Jim puts so much thought into everything,” Ms. Poirier said. “But he’s not a showy person.”

Peter Ehrmann and Louise Lansky

Met: June 22, 2001

Engaged: June 22, 2003

Projected Wedding Date: July 31, 2004

Louise Lansky (Lois Lane’s Jewish cousin?) was hunting for an apartment in Brooklyn on craigslist.org when she came across an ad that sounded too good to be true: “$1500/1BR,” it promised. “Spacious, sunny …. Hardwood floors …. 5-minute walk to subways …. LOUISE WILL YOU MARRY ME? …. Fee disclosure.”

Ms. Lansky looked to her left, where her boyfriend Peter Ehrmann had suddenly materialized on bended knee, clutching a one-carat diamond solitaire ring. “Are you serious?” she asked incredulously. He was. Alas, the $1,500 one-bedroom was pure fiction. Ms. Lansky, a real-estate lawyer at Two Trees Management, eventually used work connections to finagle a 1,200-foot one-bedroom in a converted Dumbo water factory.

It’s a world apart from the Jersey Shore share house where the couple first met. Ms. Lansky’s mastery of words like callipygian (possessing nicely proportioned buttocks) was immediately captivating to Mr. Ehrmann, a pilgarlic (balding) former mortgage broker turned math teacher at Pelham Middle School. Both Westchester-bred fans of the great outdoors, they closed down O’Neill’s, a local bar, and conducted a vigorous make-out session on the beach. “We just kept bantering,” Ms. Lansky said. “We were on the same wavelength.”

They rolled around the shore on a few more occasions, but didn’t really reconnect until the fall, when Mr. Ehrmann invited Ms. Lansky, then living in posh Bedford, to do her laundry in his apartment 20 minutes down the pike in Yonkers. (Who says romance is dead?) The running joke is that she never left.

The couple is planning a wedding for about 100 guests at the Tryall Club in Jamaica, where the current Brooks Brothers catalog was shot. “I’m kind of viewing it as a Jersey Shore–Hamptons party by the beach,” said Ms. Lansky, 36, who will wear an ivory dress by Cristina Arzuaga.

Her groom-to-be, 37, praised her “confidence and independence.”

Ms. Lansky told the story of how one evening, after she’d had a particularly stressful day at work, Mr. Ehrmann drew her a bath, brought her cheese and crackers, and cooked a surprise dinner as she soaked, living up to his surname’s meaning: “honorable man.”

“I’ve always wanted someone who isn’t nerdy or wimpy, but who still has a feminine side,” she said.

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