David and I met on the reputable app of Tinder. We chatted back and forth for FOUR MONTHS before David had the courage to ask me out. I was losing faith that I’d ever meet this guy, but I hung in there. We tried to make plans several times before we finally met. It was a Sunday at about 8pm.. (good timing David, who works Monday mornings anyway?).. and he had asked me to come over for our first date. A little sketchy, I know. I implied that maybe we should meet somewhere and grab drinks, as I started to question if he might be a serial killer. But I figured if I ever wanted to meet him, now was my chance. Plus he was so charming, I couldn’t say no. With the convincing of my roommate and with Rosie in tow, I headed out to meet him. I think I stood outside near his apartment for about 15 min, so nervous and so excited. After sending his address and pictures of his apartment to multiple people (just in case I went missing), I knocked on his door. Rosie wasn’t an immediate fan, but I definitely was. Flash forward 3+ years and I could not be more excited to marry my best friend!!