We had a first date at the taco restaurant, after Michael graciously agreed to drive 45 minutes to my town, instead of us meeting in the middle. We both thought that even if the date will not work out, you can't go wrong with a Taco Tuesday! However, after a couple of old fashions at the speakeasy next door, and a few margaritas, we went to the beach for a swim, and never looked back. (No, we didn't swim to Cuba, just realized that tacos were not the only great thing that happened that evening). Since then we traveled the world, bought a house and even survived quarantine together.