On some Friday in September 2008, Sean was chillin' on the curb of the Macbride bus stop in Iowa City, waiting to hitch a ride on the shuttle back to his super adult, off-campus dorm, a.k.a. Mayflower Hall. It was his freshman year at the University of Iowa. That's when Ashley, also a freshman and a resident of Mayflower, spotted him as she came upon the bus stop. Hot damn. She copped a squat next to Bieber-haired Sean and threw down possibly the most epic of pickup line of all time, "Hey, you going to Mayflower?" she said. Turns out, he was. Woop, there it is. Sean, deep in thought about what version of mac 'n' cheese he'd make when he got home, was caught off guard. "Yeah, I am," he said. They introduced themselves as the bus pulled up. But during the 15-minute ride back to their dorm, Ashley would not stop talking. Maybe it was Sean's incredibly attentive demeanor or her ability to fill awkward silence with TMI, the word vomit was a flowin'. When the bus arrived at Mayflower Hall, which was the fanciest and had an elevator, they headed inside. Even then, the I-will-keep-talking-until-you-like-me conversation continued. When they reached the 'vators, Sean took a hard left for the stairs and got the hell out of there. As he walked up the four flights to his room, he thought, "Maybe I should have taken the elevator, but she probably would have thought I was lazy AF." Ashley waited for the elevator to the 5th floor and realized she had freaked him out so much that he had to take the stairs like a peasant. Womp, womp. Turns out, getting rid of him would be a lot harder than that. For some reason, they kept bumping into each other at the library, the bus stop—literally everywhere. So she told him he should ask for her number. He did and now (about 10 years later) they're making things Facebook official.