Our love story is a tale as old as time, well not exactly. It was roughly November 4th 2017 and our bestie Laura was having a birthday party at Tryst Nightclub (RIP). Early on in the evening Dalton came over to introduce himself. Although we have many of the same friends, our paths had never crossed before this night. He introduced himself as Ryan’s brother (the better looking one), I gave an exaggerated “oh nice to meet you” and was prepared to go on loveless forever. This is where fate, or more specifically, Heather, intervened. Having missed the first introduction that had happened moments before, Heather reintroduced us. I informed Heather that we had actually just met and gave a weak smile to indicate that no further action was needed. Heather took it upon herself to politely remind me to “stop being a frigid bitch” and to make more of an effort to meet new people. In an attempt to prove Heather wrong and not appear so glacial, I suggested we head to the bar and get a drink. Just like the sparklers on top of the bottles of cheap champagne that night, sparks flew. We spent the evening covering ground breaking topics such as the merits of dogs vs. cats and taking tequila shots. We exchanged numbers at the end of the night - and as they say, the rest is history!