Four years ago, on a night out in Coeur d’Alene, we met by chance and danced the night away. There was an instant spark and a lot of laughter — but unlike a certain fairytale, I didn’t leave a glass slipper behind. Instead, we parted ways without even exchanging numbers. Thankfully, TJ wasn’t ready to let the story end there. Armed with only my first name, my job title, and the knowledge that I lived in Spokane, he set out to find me. His charm, persistence, and impressive detective skills won me over — and the rest, as they say, is history.