In the heart of the West Village, a dimly lit bar with twinkle lights serves love potions – or so it seems. Call it cozy or claustrophobic, Wilfie & Nell is one of those spots where you’re constantly being jostled about by exuberant bankers just excited to have the night off, or the shamelessly over-served. Nine out of ten times, the experience entails having half a $14 vodka soda splashed across your top, but on very rare occasions you may end up with something more than a dry cleaning bill. This was one of those nights! As always, the inevitable jostling occurred. As always, my face betrayed my annoyance. And that was where the "same old, same old" bar scene ended for me. Mark swooped in to apologize for his "friend," and I quickly learned that this cute guy from Philadelphia had a sister who lived in my hometown of Edina, Minnesota (weird...). Mark asked if he could take me to dinner sometime and the rest is history. But what is truly remarkable about the night we met is that, little did we know, across the bar Mark's roommate was independently meeting his own future wife for the first time (hi, Ashley and Trav!!) ❤️ . Crazy to think how one small thing like deciding to go out on a night when you intended to stay in can change the entire course of your life!