The countdown until our forever is on.

They met at an Irish dive-bar on the outskirts of San Francisco. They were both there alone, so she tried making casual conversation about the Tour de France, which they were watching vacantly. But he couldn't take a hint. Stefania, the bartender who was a friend of Carlos's from highs school, took the hint for him. Stefania employed a silent gesture of the head in Erica's direction, clasically implying to continue the conversation. They sang, they danced, they played pool, but poor Carlos still couldn't take a hint. So she had to spell it out for him, "I like short guys." Three days later, he replied, "I'm going to marry you." The rest is history.