Mother Knows Best When I was in college, my mom once told me to go hang around the engineering department to find a boyfriend. On the night we met, after Adam told me that was his major at UMaine, I told him about my mom's advice. Later in the conversation, he mentioned something he used to do at UMaine that I had never heard of (I can't remember what it was now), but when I told him that, he looked at me and just deadpanned "You probably missed it because you were hanging out outside my dorm." When I try to think about what gave me the courage to reach out to Adam (besides the multiple friend consultations and internal pep talks) as opposed to just hoping I ran into him somewhere, and then reaching out again when he didn’t get the hint, and again when he didn’t get that hint — that moment stands out. Between that unexpected joke and not being able to get his smile out of my head, I couldn’t stand the idea of never hanging out with him again. Cornhole is not how I expected to meet my wife. The reaction we get when someone learns how we met is fantastic. Everyone loves a unique story and with social media it seems to be much less common, so it’s nice to have ours. The night we met was not the first time I noticed April. Several weeks before, I played against her and her friend. The first match I wasn't able to position myself on the same end of the game as her and as a result, didn’t have a good opportunity to strike up a conversation. When we eventually played each other again, I made sure to immediately move to the side she was playing. We played our match, and another for fun, and then another. We joked and laughed the whole time. The level of comfort I gained with her in just a matter of minutes was very out of the ordinary for me as I’m not a super talkative person with someone I’ve just met. April and I have virtually the same sense of humor. She’s almost always happy, always ready for an adventure and I couldn’t imagine spending my life with someone else.