Ian and Dana met in May 2013, in a yoga class at the climbing gym in Brooklyn. They exchanged numbers so that they could climb together at some point, but that didn't end up happening until long afterwards. Ian left Brooklyn a couple months later to live in Portland, Oregon and help his sister with her upcoming wedding. But he kept Dana's number, and every time he misplaced his phone or lost it between the couch cushions, he worried he'd lose his chance to reach out to her. When he came back to Brooklyn the following spring, he worked up the courage to text Dana. It had been over a year since they first met and last spoke, but he remembered a fish taco place she'd mentioned as though it was yesterday. He texted her out of the blue one day, and she quickly looked him up on Facebook to figure out who this semi-stranger was, this name that had appeared on her phone without a face to go with it. She saw a photo of him lying in the grass alongside his surfboard and instantly remembered him. They went to fish tacos and then out to ice cream. They had a second-date picnic in Prospect Park. They had a third date planting tomatoes. And the rest, as they say, is history.