Like many unlikely love stories, Matthew and Shannon's tale began with a note of cosmic serendipity: they both swiped right on Tinder. Historians will one day look back on it as one of the great romances of our time. Matt, eager to demonstrate his prowess and skill, challenged Shannon to a game of mini-golf. Shannon, eager to get out of her house, reluctantly agreed — unaware that this was less a competitive sporting event than a test of wills. Matt showed up with a plucky attitude and his own Odyssey White Hot putter. He thought it made him look distinguished; she thought he might be a serial killer. Matt did his best to impress her, both with his smooth putting form and groan-worthy dad jokes. And while we'd love to say that Matt's overzealousness led to a humbling defeat... Shannon got absolutely spanked. And not in a good way. However, while Matt thought he was playing mini-golf, Shannon was busy playing the long game. He thought she was delicate, shy even. But her pensive exterior was hiding something underneath. Something... sing-ier. By their second date, real Shannon was unleashed, drowning out the entire cast during a live performance of Rocky Horror Picture Show. And somewhere between "Time Warp" and "Toucha, Toucha, Touch Me," something clicked. While the audience was looking back at her with annoyance, Matt was looking on with awe and intrigue. The rest, they say, is history. As her walls came down, so did any doubt. Matt didn’t just fall for one version of Shannon — he fell for every brilliant, fiery, hilarious layer of her. And Shannon finally found someone who didn't cringe at the sound of her croaky baritone. It turns out, the scorecard didn't matter; they both knew they had won.