Nick and Deb’s love story began the way many modern romances do—on Hinge. Well… sort of. After Deb ghosted Nick (oops), she eventually circled back and invited him out for a date three weeks later. Their first official date was at Sienna Wine Bar in Denver, where they bonded over good wine and easy conversation. Nick, ever the gentleman, walked Deb home afterward—setting the stage for what would become a relationship filled with laughter, adventure, and a shared understanding that sometimes, dessert is not meant for sharing. Nick’s first impression of Deb was that she was someone who could truly laugh at herself—like when she confidently attempted to jump over a puddle on their walk home, only to land ankle-deep in water. Instead of getting embarrassed, she doubled over in laughter. For Deb, the first impression was… slightly less poetic. She was convinced Nick’s name was Zac (sorry, Nick), but luckily, he talked about himself in the third person enough for her to correct this oversight. More importantly, she quickly noticed his ability to switch between "frat boy energy" and "PhD-level intellectual" mid-conversation—an unexpected but entertaining trait. For Deb, the moment she knew Nick was different was over French fries and dessert. When she asked if they could share dessert, Nick, without hesitation, declared, “We’ll just get two.” That’s when she knew—this was a man who understood the important things in life. For Nick, the realization came when Deb traveled all the way to Buffalo to attend his friend Dave’s wedding. While Nick was busy with groomsman duties, Deb was happily sipping fruity drinks all day, embracing the chaos of the wedding party. Her willingness to dive into his world—whether that meant enduring Bills games or letting him tell stories in the third person—made it clear that she was someone special. From the start, Nick and Deb embraced the philosophy of being unapologetically themselves around each other. This became apparent at Dave’s wedding, when Nick, in true "go big or go home" fashion, had a little too much fun and ended up throwing up at 7 PM. Rather than suffering in shame, he did what any responsible partner would do—he took a selfie from the bathroom and sent Deb a message that simply read: “Time to puke and rally.” It was a defining moment in their relationship—one that said, “We don’t do embarrassment here, only full transparency.” And, most importantly, Deb still agreed to go out with him after that. Their adventures together included everything from playing archery dodgeball (where Deb made Nick promise not to shoot her, even if the championship was on the line) to fully integrating Deb into the Bills Mafia. She quickly learned players’ names and positions, often becoming even more stressed than Nick during games. “How have you lived your entire life like this?” she would ask as the Bills tested their nerves week after week. At home, their little family grew when Waffles the corgi entered the picture. While Deb frequently claims she is not jealous of the attention Nick gives Waffles, it’s a well-known fact that Waffles is often the center of attention in their household. Together, they share great "parental responsibilities"—though when Nick is out of town, Deb frequently laments the struggles of being a “single dog mom.” Nick, being Nick, had to make the proposal as epic (and on-brand) as possible. It happened during—what else?—an archery dodgeball game. He orchestrated the entire field to get Deb out early, ensuring she would be on his side of the court. When she went to tag Nick out, he didn’t move. Competitive as ever, Deb shouted, “EXCUSE ME, YOU ARE OUT!”—completely missing all the hints that a proposal was happening that night. That’s when Nick turned around, dropped to one knee, and popped the question—right there on the archery dodgeball field. Deb said yes (after realizing what was happening), and the rest is history.