It's about to go down.

The story of our love begins years ago in a quaint village just outside of Los Angeles, California, called Pasadena. Upon returning from an exotic work trip to Phoenix I was conferring with a colleague when I noticed this woman I had never seen before, walking through the office. As she past the cubicle where I was then currently standing my ever sharp and intuitive mind went through a series of logical progressions until I understood this woman to be a new hire and in need of a warm welcome. "You work here or something," I said coyly, "Yeah," she flatly replied, while quickening her pace. "Ahh," I thought to myself, another successful interaction with a female. With that we were, as they say, off to the races. Soon a cunning game of romantic diplomacy was afoot. A frequent visit, a subtle glance, every move carefully calculated in order to bring about a summit meeting between the two of us. This was of course once her sincere annoyance with me based on our first interaction wore off. Eventually, the time arrived and our first date occurred January 10th, 2018 at the White Horse, formerly the Cheval Blanc, in Pasadena. Now she will say this date could have happened months before and that it took me four (4) months to ask her out, but I would direct you to the previously mentioned section where I discuss our amorous diplomatic moves.