On my calendar, it says, "Meet Matt." That's it. Oh, and a location (Aviary, for the curious) so that I could find my way to our meeting point on time. I was hopeful but trying not to get my hopes up too much. You know? He was punny, which obviously meant 150 bonus points, and he worked in the nonprofit space. (He's still punny, and he still works for a nonprofit.) What did we talk about? I don't remember exactly. Work and church and relationships and music and words. Poetry, probably. Maybe Shakespeare. I remember sitting at the counter and not wanting the night to end. It didn't. He asked if I wanted to go to a jazz club. I said, "Yes."