Well, it all started Becky's second week in North Dakota - after she was so sure the last thing she'd find was a boyfriend (never mind a husband!) - she sat down at The Lamplighter Lounge with a co-worker. Dane had been there, assumably for some time that evening, with some friends and sent over two shots to Becky's table. 'Mexican lolli-pops.' They smelled awful. Dane noticed that she and her friend did not drink them. Not wanting them to go to waste, he walked over and drank them. To Becky's surprise, he was absolutely hilarious. Completely charmed by his humor, wit, and confidence, she gave him her phone number. The following Monday at work, her [lovely] boss, who reffed high school football with Dane, mentioned to her that he had given Dane the green light to ask Becky out on a date. Little did he know, Dane did a fantastic job of introducing himself just a few nights before. In what seems like no time at all, Dane wooed her with ease.