Yup. We met on a Greyhound bus. Aaron waxed poetic to the girl sitting next to him about his music career. He also divulged all relevant information about his recent break up! Ellie matched him with an invitation to a show she was directing that weekend...and objective break-up therapy from a stranger. Typical conversation between two people who've never met stuck on a bus together for two hours. They arrived in New York City and she tried to sneak away with a friendly goodbye: a wave and "nice talking to you!" but Aaron wouldn't let her go and insisted on walking Ellie to her uptown train. At the station, he suggested they "get a beer" the next time she was in town. She hesitated. "Um...is that a date?" she wondered. She was curious to know if a friendly request to grab a beer from a man who just spent an hour talking about his ex-girlfriend was a new way in which men were enticing women. She supposed stranger things had happened. "Uh, yeah? Sure, I guess," Ellie replied. But also, would he show up at her play that weekend? Why, yes, he would! And twenty minutes late at that! These were not typical flirtatious sink-in-hole tactics. No matter. They texted for two months beginning every week which turned in to every other day until finally, a week before Ellie's move to the big city and after much deliberation over the meaning behind smiley faces in texts, she posed the question, "So are you going to take me out on my first date in the big city or what?" That one beer turned in to the best date of their lives lasting a whole 12 hours. There would be many more dates to follow. On a weekend trip to Virginia Beach, lying on the sand underneath the stars with Aaron, Ellie knew she had found her person. Ellie would ask Aaron to be her boyfriend minutes before he boarded her on another Greyhound bus back to New York City. Three years later, on another beach and with no Greyhounds in sight, Aaron would ask the girl on the bus to marry him.