It was a blistery cold night in Killington, Vermont. Matt and his friends had rented a seasonal ski house in Killington, VT and were enjoying their Saturday evening at a local apres ski bar called The Pickle Barrel. Meanwhile, Annie (who was visiting her parents in Vermont) was also out that night having sushi with her best friend Beth and [her now husband]. After sushi, they decided to go to The Pickle Barrel as well. However, it wasn't until the very end of the night that Annie and Matt's paths crossed... The bar was closing, and the blistery cold night had turned into a full-on snow storm. The road conditions were getting dicey, which meant there weren't many cabs on the road. To stay warm while waiting for a cab, Annie stood just inside the door of the bar; waiting for the text from Beth that their ride had arrived. Matt had the same idea, and also stood inside the door, waiting for the outside crowds to clear. The two strangers stood beside each other in silence until finally Matt boldly proclaimed, "You must not be from here, are you." Mostly uninterested, Annie looked up to see a tall man wearing a ski jacket with the hood up, zipped all the way to the top so she could only see his eyes. "Actually, I am from here," she retorted. Matt laughed, "Well, you're wearing 4-inch heels and there's a foot of snow outside." Realizing her footwear choice was a bit ridiculous given the current weather conditions, she laughed too, knowing he was right. Just as they started chatting - suddenly, Beth burst in the door looking concerned (and cold). She looked at Annie and then at Matt, and then back at Annie. "Why are you talking to him? You're never going to see him again, Let's go!" Matt and Annie quickly exchanged numbers and a week later had their first date - skiing. Having never officially seen his face, the big reveal came when they finally hit the lodge together. From that moment on, the rest was history.