We met at a tattoo shop in Fairfax, California, during a Friday-the-13th flash sale. I was waiting to get a tattoo, and he was in the chair getting tattooed when a very drunk local bartender came in looking to have some fun. Long story short, she shot him with a salt gun while he was mid-tattoo. We locked eyes, both in awe of this woman. Later, when his tattoo was finished, he shook my hand goodbye and left. Yes—he left without my number. I eventually stalked him on Instagram, and that’s how we ended up on our first date.