We were sitting around the fields after one of our games with a group of friends. We had to play in a Florida tournament together a month later so we were trying to get to know one another. All of us cracking jokes/sharing stories (mainly Kirsten's) needless to say, her face was tired of seeing the palm of her hand in that hour time-frame. One of Tristan's friends kept telling him "you're in there" "no matter what she says dude, you're golden." Kirsten kept denying and playing hard to get and well that worked, for the timespan of his game. When Tristan got done, she had already sent him a friend request and she hadn't even made it halfway home. Now here we are over a year later planning our future of forever together. Who knew there was love left to be found in slowpitch softball.