I'm not going to beat around the bush here. Brian and I met on Tinder. I recognized him from work immediately, but for those of you who are nurses, you'll understand why I thought the cute, male nurse was either married or not into women. So it came as a major surprise to me when I not only saw him on Tinder, but when we matched after I swiped right.  Following a day or two of silence, I decided to make the first move and messaged him, and within a couple of days, we were meeting for our first "date". To this day, I do not consider that first night an actual date. For starters, I picked Brian up and dropped him off because he didn't have a car. Secondly, there was no food involved. And finally, Stevie (Brian's brother) crashed the evening because he couldn't believe that there was a "hot" nurse that he didn't know about first. So the debate stands, was this a date? Please feel free to weigh in. Despite this all, Brian and I hit it off right from the start, and continued to want to hang out the next day... and the next day... and every single day since. Brian and I have since traveled far and wide, lived in a van (me for a much shorter time than him), got a puppy, and moved in together when our plans to travel nurse were derailed by Brian's shoulder injury. This actually ended up being a blessing in disguise, however, because we ended up finding the perfect house in Costa Mesa for us and Oakley, and Brian got so bored being out of work that he finally decided to propose. He is now on the mend and will surely be dropping it low and dancing the night away with you all come September 4th!