We met one hot summer evening in June of 2015. I was invited to an outing in Federal Hill where my cousin (Miriam) was meeting up with her date at the time. Matt almost didn’t make it to the party due to the Canton Wine Festival he had previously “worked” that day. Another friend wanted a wingman and dragged him out. When I walked in, Matt introduced himself to me and my friends. Thinking out loud (and without realizing he was saying what he was thinking) Matt introduced himself to me saying, “I know you from somewhere.” Great pick-up line, Matt. Trying to hide an eye roll, I was still interested in exploring his instinct further. It felt easy, talking to this guy. He had me laughing and smiling ear to ear throughout the night. It was tough saying goodbye as we yearned to want to know more from each other. From the get go we had lost track of time and have been getting in trouble for it since! It took a few dates before he admitted to eventually remembering why he “knew me from somewhere.” We briefly met at C&R a month earlier before Matt had to suddenly depart, leaving me puzzled as his friends (Brian) approached me (unsuccessfully) for my number on Matt’s behalf. Fortunately, “Smaltimore” had revealed itself and enabled us to reconnect soon after! He had officially swooned me.