We're getting married!

Tara and I first crossed paths on New Year’s Eve at Walker’s Pint—the local lesbian bar and a true Milwaukee gem. It was December 31, 2022, rolling into 2023, and Tara was absolutely owning the karaoke mic with her rendition of “Bodies” by Drowning Pool. Naturally, I knew I had to shoot my shot with this punk rock badass. I handed her my number, and anxiously awaited for "beanie girl" to text me back. A week later, we had our first date at Don’s TV & Repair Shop. From that date on, we were inseparable—and the rest is history!

There I was—absolutely crushing karaoke night at Walker's Pint. The bar was alive, the drinks were flowing, and I was busy channeling the emotional depth of early-2000s angst. I wasn’t there to impress anyone. I was there to belt out the classics: Linkin Park, Pierce the Veil, and of course, the crowd-pleaser—Drowning Pool. Then it happened. After a face-melting, borderline spiritual performance of “Bodies” (yes, that “Let the bodies hit the floor” song), I stepped off stage feeling like a rock god… or at least a local dive bar version of one. And that’s when I saw her. She walked up to me like some sort of goddess—confident, gorgeous, with this look that said, “You just screamed your lungs out and I respect that.” Without missing a beat, she pointed at me and said, “We’re going on a date.” And you know what? I obliged. You don’t ignore that kind of energy. That date turned into a second, and then a third, and then somehow we were writing our own duet—no screaming required (well, except maybe in the car with the windows down). So yeah, love didn’t come quietly. It came screaming from the karaoke stage. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.