Alexandra Grace Riegelhaupt and Gabriel Maker Greenberg belted out “Darling, I love you, but give me Park Avenue” last June as they trailed behind movers driving from her Park Avenue apartment to his carriage house in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn. Stevie Nicks, her Havanese mix rescue dog, sat quietly on her lap.
After they sang along to the theme song for the TV show “Green Acres” on Spotify, he switched to “The Old Apartment” by Barenaked Ladies, for good measure. “She’s a fish in water now,” said Greenberg, who goes by Gabe, “and Stevie and I have an understanding.”
In March 2023, both Greenberg and Riegelhaupt were fed up with online dating and sounded the battle cry for a good old-fashioned blind date.
“I can’t go on another online date,” Riegelhaupt, who goes by Lexie, and grew up in Rye, N.Y., told her cousin’s wife. “You have to know somebody who knows somebody single.”
Her cousin reached out to a half-dozen friends, including one of Greenberg’s sisters, who sprang into action.
“The timing was right,” said Greenberg, thrilled that Riegelhaupt was at Adobe’s summit for its generative A.I. model Firefly in Las Vegas when he texted her.
“Photoshop is my career,” said Greenberg, 46, a master printer, who grew up in Newton, Mass., and has collaborated with the photographer Elliott Erwitt, the artist Laurie Simmons and the singer Lou Reed.
In 2002, he founded Greenberg Editions, a fine-art printing studio now in Chelsea, while a senior at Sarah Lawrence, where he graduated with a bachelor’s degree in literature and photography. He recently started April Pictures, a website featuring his own work.
Until November 2025, Riegelhaupt, 37, who graduated with a bachelor’s in history from St. Lawrence University, worked in Manhattan as a senior director of culture and entertainment marketing for Adobe, the San Jose-based software company. She is now an independent marketing consultant.
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In April 2023, the two met at Kings Co Imperial, a Chinese restaurant on the Lower East Side, she in all-black, he in an eye-opening bright floral jacket. He had parked his scooter, a gray Vespa with a Batman sticker, nearby.
“No one mentioned the nose ring,” she said.
After two hours of talking over dumplings and a couple of drinks — he had vodka on the rocks and she fruity cocktails — they headed to a nearby dive.
“We don’t have that much in common,” Riegelhaupt said, “but are very good at chitchat.”
As soon as he stepped away the bartender told her: “You should keep this one.”
They closed the bar down at midnight and hugged good night after her Uber seemed to come out of nowhere.
“Like an Uber on speed dial,” he said.
A week later, she met him at Sunny’s, the bar in Red Hook, Brooklyn, for drinks. Afterward she bounced along cobblestones on the back of his Vespa to Red Hook Tavern for burgers.
“My eyes were closed,” she said.
Later, he invited her to his place for Girl Scout cookies, a staple of his. She explained she had to walk her dog, and gave him a hug before an Uber again whisked her away.
Two weeks later, after dinner at Le Charlot, a French restaurant near her building, she introduced him to her doormen, and he met Stevie Nicks.
A kiss came on the fourth date, after drinks at the now-closed Tin Building in South Street Seaport. Again, she hurried home for the dog.
A couple of weeks later, he cooked chicken Parmesan, gave her a tour of his carriage house and for dessert served Girl Scout thin mints.
They tried to outdo each other with dinner reservations, and kept up the chitchat that summer when he went to Greece and Sweden and she to Italy.
For New Year’s Eve, he invited her to his friend’s place in Bellport, N.Y., which solidified their relationship.
“In June 2025, I left Park Avenue for him,” she said.
In early November 2025, he asked her a pressing question before he flew to Paris for Paris Photo at the Grand Palais.
“Can you get me a KitKat?” he asked. After she found a ring box in the candy dish, he got down on one knee.
On May 30, with 65-mile-an-hour winds outside, a meteorite explosion over Massachusetts and under a blue moon, Molly Greenberg, the sister of the groom who helped fix them up (he has one other sister), officiated before 200 guests at Nantucket Unitarian Universalist Meeting House. She received a one-day solemnization certificate from the State of Massachusetts.
The bride walked down the aisle to “Landslide” by Stevie Nicks, played on an organ, in an off-the-shoulder Vivienne Westwood gown with big daisies and roses.
“It was a high-low celebration, a big cocktail party,” said Greenberg, who wore a Billy Reid navy suit, a boutonniere out of Legos, a hydrangea pocket circle and shiny silver Adidas Stan Smith sneakers.
Later, at Cru Oyster Bar, small bites, shrimp cocktail, fried chicken sliders rolled out all evening, and for dessert, Greenberg’s favorite: two large vanilla frosted sheet cakes from Stop & Shop.
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