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Our first date took place at the now closed restaurant, Provisions, off of Perkins. Our first conversation was easy and we discussed everything from our families to the future of space exploration. After several hours, we noticed the poor bartender staring at us from across the now dark room where staff had already stacked the chairs on the tables as the restaurant was closed. Needing to leave but wanting to continue the conversation, we both agreed the date needed to continue- but where? Sasha suggested the most romantic place he could think of: Pluckers. Because what else could be more attractive on a first date than tearing up some wings and fried pickles? Not much. And it was at that moment that I, Barbi, knew this was going to be something special.