It's a tale as old as time. Girl sees Boy from across the crowded bar on New Year's Eve. Girl has been enjoying champagne all evening and knows better than to lead with a Party Girl impression. Girl goes home alone when the clock strikes midnight and proceeds to think about Boy for the next four months. She knew she'd see him again so it wasn't a matter of IF, but HOW. Trusting that Love would find a way, but too impatient to trust it's timeline, she got involved. She casually applied and was hired for a bartending job at the same bar where she'd seen him months before. In true Millennial fashion, she sent friend requests to the other bartenders to strengthen her chances of landing the gig. As luck (or fate!) would have it, the Boy had a number of the same bartenders among his 1,313 Facebook friends. They now had mutual friends! The Mighty and Powerful Social Media had cast it's enchanted net across the Sea Of Love and ensnared two shy and tender hearts. But who would make the first move? Emboldened by her recent success at master-minding the bartending venture and by his wildly unintimidating profile picture, she dove in and hit Send. The banter that ensued is the kind of stuff that makes you feel embarrassed for the two people involved. Think of it as flirting, using only the language of dad jokes and unicorn references. Literally, there were unicorn references. After several days of subtle and then very obvious hints from the Girl, he finally asked her out. It was happening! He waited for her on a park bench in Pismo Beach and was relieved and then nervous again when he saw that she was, in fact, a real person and not a cat-fishing troll. Neither of them could tell you now what they talked about over drinks, along their walk on the pier, during an oddly competitive round of bowling, or even over a lingering dinner of shared oysters. But they would both agree that it had been the best first date ever and the first of many, many more shared creme brûlées.