I had recently started going back to the chiropractor in June of 2019, the consequences of a fundamentally below average golf swing. Being the shrewd financer I was, I took advantage of the local Cleveland Chiropractic University where visits were only $12. Little did I know that only a few months earlier, a new girl had started working as a Chiropractic Assistant at the front desk. After a couple visits, I noticed this blonde girl with green eyes smiling at the front desk – and to quote the great Jim Carrey, “it was like a tractor beam. Sucked me right in.” After a few visits, I mustered all my courage and asked her if that was a deathly hallows tattoo on her arm. She smiled, said "yeah, it is" and I fell like the Berlin Wall. After another couple of visits of making small talk, I decided that the next one would be the day I asked out the cute girl at the front desk. I finished my appointment, got to the cashier window where she was waiting, gathered all my hutzpah…and chickened out. After getting to my car, I won’t lie, I was disappointed with myself. After a minute of contemplation and cosmic bargaining, I decided to march right back in there and ask her out. When I got back to the cashier window, she was gone! What I didn’t know was that she had run into her boss’s office to tell her she can’t believe I didn’t ask her out. So I did what anyone would do…pretended to be looking for an imaginary pen I may have left behind, and got out of there. Once again sitting in my car with no pen and no date, I decided to send her a message asking her out for that night. Long story short, playing too much golf led me to becoming the happiest man on Earth.