Danny and I have very different versions of this story.. (here is mine) It's no surprise that Danny and I play a lot of volleyball... so meeting on the beach one Sunday in January doesn't seem so far fetched. On Sundays in the Southbay there are a group of people who are connected through Facebook that play a little co-ed volleyball, drink a little champagne, and just enjoy the beach. I hadn't been to a Champagne Co-ed, and one of my friends invited me to come out and play for a bit. So I did. It just so happened that Danny had the same idea that Sunday. Fast forward to the end of the day and the sun is setting, it's getting cold, and I'm saying my goodbyes getting ready to ride my bike home. Danny casually asks me if I want a ride home.. I politely decline. He asks a couple more times, and finally I give in.. He barely manages to fit my bike in the back of his car, and he drives me home. We chat the whole way home, and even for another hour or so outside my apartment.. I end up giving him my number, and we went on a date just two days later.