Jack was cold and shivering—perhaps because he was wearing nothing but a tank-top and miniskirt. Becca was a bit warmer: she was swamped in oversized clothing, donning a long-sleeved collared shirt, tie, and khakis. The instructions were simple: find the other person wearing your clothes. Wait, what? Well, it’s a long story. But the short version goes like this: Becca and Jack were set up on a blind date by mutual friends for Yale’s annual Freshman Dance, in which you’re supposed to meet your unknown partner in the most embarrassing way possible. The longer version: although we had never had a proper conversation, Jack knew who Becca was from a combination of chance encounters and Facebook stalking. (Becca’s roommate had previously tried to set us up four months earlier, but Jack opted to attend a “Matt & Kim” concert that night instead. Remember that band? Didn’t think so. Priorities.) Suffice it to say that Becca was on Jack’s radar, and he was intrigued enough from afar that when the dance came around, he pulled some strings and requested to be set up with her. Becca and Jack headed to the dance and spent the night dancing to the likes of “TiK ToK,” “Like A G6,” and the other hottest hits of 2011. At some point, Jack even got Becca’s number, which he promptly entered into his flip phone. Becca was on the student committee that organized the Freshman-wide dance (which, for those who know her today, is the least surprising thing of all time), so we had to stay until the very end to help clean up. Much to our dismay, by the time everyone else had left, someone had stolen Becca’s winter coat and Jack's blazer from the pile of jackets at the dance. So we ended the night just like we started it: cold and shivering. But the misfortune gave Jack an excuse to put his arm around Becca on the walk home, and for his efforts, he may have even received a kiss that night when he dropped her off outside of her dorm. The rest is history.