One day, a friend of mine, Alan, that I met through my roommate-at-the-time, Laura, asked if I wanted to go boating. He said he was going on his friend's boat on Sunday and asked if we wanted to come along. I agreed, but Laura and I had gone to a graduation party the day before and that Sunday morning, I was not feeling up to boating. She said, "get up, let's go, we're going on this boat". We drive over and Alan brings us out to the marina, where we meet the owner of the boat, Mario, that Laura and I lovingly referred to as "Crocodile Dundee" since he was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a cowboy hat. We picked some seashells together and hit it off. We went out a few times during the week and he invited me to join him in Disney the following weekend. I drove up with some friends of his and Alan's and we met up in Disney. We went to Epcot that Saturday before going to the Costa Rica game and he asked "will you be my girlfriend?" while sitting on the stone benches in Morocco. And the rest is history.