By Cheyenne On August 16, 2017, I downloaded Tinder out of pure boredom and curiosity. After swiping left on every guy within a 30 mile radius (I had very specific standards), I was forced to expand my search to surrounding towns. Who would have thought that 37 miles away sat a guy that would quickly become my best friend, my boyfriend, my fiancé? On August 19, we met at Chili's where I ate my weight in tacos and chips across a guy in pink shorts that had apparently, immediately lost his appetite at the sight of me. What would come after is potentially in the running for the longest first date of all time. We ate dinner, went mini-golfing, went for ice cream, took a night drive, played Marvel phone games, and looked at the stars until 3am - until which time my parents surely thought I had been murdered (sorry!) Connor will describe the next 4 days as the longest in human history as I lay in the bathtub each night trying to decide where to go from there. I was just trying to be careful for everyone’s sake, but I just needed time to think (constantly lol) and stare at the ceiling. On August 23, I went over to his house where we shared our first kiss after watching the apparently alluring, Dr. Strange. There was no need to convince me after this event. No more sitting in the bathtub for an hour staring at the ceiling. I was radiating with a budding and semi-out of the blue romance! . On August 29, the day before I would hop on a plane to Orlando, I walked through his door and was immediately asked to be his girlfriend. Patience is not his strong suit, but I’ve never worn that suit either, so of course I said “YES, ABOUT TIME.” On September 10, after a romantic dinner at Taco Bell, we sat on the couch thinking the exact same thing and when he said “I think I love you,” I certainly said it back. The rest is history and Connor and I are so excited for our future to celebrate our love with all of you.