Dr. Danielle Eve Greenman and Stephen Thomas Gellert were married July 20 at Gedney Farm in New Marlborough, Mass. Rabbi Neil P.G. Hirsch officiated.
The bride, 34, and the groom, 39, met at Cornell, from which each graduated and he also received an M.B.A.
The bride will take her husband’s name. She is an internist specializing in integrative and functional medicine at the Stamford Health Medical Group in Greenwich, Conn. She is also a clinical instructor of medicine at Columbia. She received a medical degree from Robert Wood Johnson Medical School, which is now part of Rutgers.
She is a daughter of Jane F. Greenman of New York, and the late Charles P. Greenman.
The groom is the executive vice president in Armonk, N.Y., of the World’s Best Cheeses, an importer and distributor of cheeses and specialty foods, of which his father is the president. The groom is an American Cheese Society certified cheese professional and a member of the Guilde Internationale des Fromagers.
He is the son of Joseph B. Gellert of Chappaqua, N.Y., and the late Ellen G. Gellert.
The couple were introduced through two dating apps — in November 2016 through the League, and then eight months later on Hinge.
“Oh hey, I remember you,” she said she messaged after swiping right on Hinge, and noticing his last name was the same as her father’s longtime investment partner and family friend. “Are you by any chance related to George Gellert?”
“George Gellert is my uncle,” he said, but their dialogue didn’t gain traction and soon fizzled.
A couple of weeks later, after he showed his uncle a photo of her on his phone at his cousin’s graduation at Cornell, he immediately recognized her, and stepped in.
“She is a really smart girl from a nice family,” he recalled his uncle saying.
“George is not a man who waits for things,” said Dr. Greenman, with a laugh, and the next thing she knew her mother told her: “George Gellert said you matched with his nephew. At least go on one date with him.”
In July, after dragging her heels, Dr. Greenman agreed to meet Mr. Gellert for drinks at Middle Branch in Kips Bay, a couple of blocks from the apartment where she moved a day earlier.
“In our first hug, we melted into each other,” she said. “It was so familiar. We talked about everything. Like talking to your best friend who you knew for a long time.”
Once outside, he kissed her in front of the Second Avenue Deli.
“If we ever got married, that first kiss could be a stereotypical old Jewish man story,” he recalled thinking at the time.
At 7:30 the next morning, he called her while driving to work. To fit into her busy schedule, he agreed to accompany her to a coed baby shower for one of her Cornell friends, to which he brought 15 of his best cheeses, making sure Dr. Greenman kept the Moser Screamer triple-cream Brie for herself. (Their wedding cake was a stack of a dozen of his best cheeses.)
“He was personable, charming and genuine,” she said, and when she later tried the Brie at home with her roommate, it was so good she fell to the floor. “I have a flair for the dramatic,” she said.
They soon began dating, and in October he realized she was “the one” after they went apple-picking and danced around the parking lot as they ate fresh apple cider doughnuts and apple crumble pie. “She had the lust for life I had been looking for in a partner,” he said. “She was fun and carefree.”
A month later, she came well prepared to the annual Thanksgiving gathering of at least 70 Gellerts, including Uncle George, at his cousin’s house in Bernardsville, N.J., with a family football game in the morning. “I loved it,” said Dr. Greenman, who had memorized, with Mr. Gellert’s help, at least two generations of relatives’ names.
In June 2018, when a delivery from the Second Avenue Deli arrived at her sister’s apartment, Mr. Gellert began taking sandwiches out of the bag, and with a sleight of hand pulled a ring box out of the bag.
“I think this one’s for you,” he told Dr. Greenwood, and got down on one knee.
