Let’s get married!

We met at the most romantic place on Earth: the New England Sports Center. Yes, NESC — home of freezing toes, smelly hockey bags, and, apparently, fate. It was the middle of COVID, which meant masks, social distancing, and awkward eye contact from six feet away. Athena was figure skating, gracefully gliding across the ice... until someone walked by. Like clockwork, every time John appeared within a 50-foot radius, Athena would suddenly become one with the ice. Coincidence? We think not. Eventually, Athena’s coach — acting as a professional skating instructor and part-time Cupid — decided enough was enough and took things into her own hands. She reached out to John with the subtlety of a rom-com sidekick. Not to be outdone, John assembled his own elite wingman from somewhere else in the rink (because obviously, you need backup for this kind of operation). Turns out, all it took was a global pandemic, a few ice-related bruises, and a tag-team of determined wing-people to bring us together. And honestly? We wouldn't change a thing.