We actually met on a totally random Tuesday night. Troy asked if he could buy me a shot—three times—before I finally said yes (but only if it was the girliest thing on the menu, aka a “Blue Moon”). Troy then spent the next two months chasing me down with texts like, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like you’re avoiding me?” (spoiler: I was). Eventually, I gave in and let him take me to Pullman’s. That’s where I spent the entire date with food stuck in my teeth (sigh..). I was blissfully unaware, until I checked the bathroom mirror at the end. And honestly… somehow that embarrassing little moment set the tone for us perfectly! The rest? Well, 15 years later we are finally taking the leap.