Carsten first came down to Tennessee, Caitlin's native land, back in 2006 to attend Vanderbilt University. While the bride's father probably never could have imagined his future son-in-law being both Yankee and an enemy of Big Orange, Carsten knew all those years ago that he had landed somewhere that had the potential to be 'home,' and one day find the person with whom to make it. Took him a while, but not the point... Fast forward 13 years and we have the real story - it's game time! Not UT vs. Vandy, of course, because that brings almost no one together, but the pursuit of love inside the four walls of Corporate America. When Caitlin and Carsten first met, he was working for a not-to-be-named healthcare service company and Caitlin was working for a not-to-be-named healthcare recruitment company, primarily tasked with hiring nurses for Carsten's team. The couple, both being professionally motivated and at least minimally sufficient at upholding modern-day corporate behavior expectations, knew they had to tread carefully from almost the second they met. Carsten, struck by Caitlin's beauty and charming personality, immediately went into operator mode, set on plotting the path forward to get to know her. Caitlin, accustomed to an admittedly less aggressive type of suitor, but fresh off two years living and teaching English in Prague, Czech Republic, was opening up to the now-groom's increasing courtship tactics. What that means is, she didn't call HR on Carsten when he showed up to 5 consecutive talent acquisition planning meetings despite not being on the invite list... To speed things along, we are going to leave out the night when Carsten literally, albeit unintentionally, ran into Caitlin, a friend, and a co-worker of hers on the street in Germantown, Nashville. The "sure, I will join you guys for drinks" exuberant response from Carsten to the midnight fun squad was almost pathetically Pavlovian. The poor guy just wanted to find "an in (remember, corporate / professional boundaries)..." At this point, the couple was quietly starting to believe they were in to each other, but each too gun shy to clarify their feelings given the initial nature of the relationship. Now we enter the 4th Quarter, time to win the game... Three to four months in now, and with no certainty on how to respectfully confirm the interests of the Southern Belle, the older Yank drew up the Hail Mary Play - Fake Happy Hour on 3, Hike! Following a longer day in the office, and betting that Caitlin's spirits could use a cold beer, the invite to the "Team Happy Hour" was texted across the bow...Following a few questions in response, intelligently and skeptically smelling out something that was off, such as "no one else told me the team was having a Happy Hour," Caitlin was on her way to the "the spot." Yep, you guessed it, no one else was there, or was ever there, but Carsten...Apologizing with the old "you won't believe it, everyone just left....," Carsten was quick to provide a backup plan conveniently located in his social stomping grounds, 15 miles up the highway back in Nashville... It is here at the well-known and anything-but-corporate environment of Bastion Bar, where the groom began to run the "I-Formation." You know, the 101 questions normally asked on a first date? Five hours of banter and laughs later, the deal was done - mutual and consensual interest was agreed, a must-have blessing for any modern-day, corporately-introduced romance! Over the coming months, the couple dated, traveled, and began to live and enjoy life together. Including when the bride clearly aimed to make a few early things clear and came home one day with a living, breathing, puppy. Something Carsten proclaimed was "literally impossible to ever happen in our relationship." With the rest being history, Caitlin, Carsten, and their beloved pup, Milo, are off to the races!