We technically met a whole year before we actually started dating… except I don’t remember it. At all. We were at a bar, apparently I talked to him, had a whole conversation and then I just went on with my life like nothing happened. Meanwhile, he went home and told his mom he met the girl he was going to marry. So one of us had a life-changing moment. And the other one… did not. Fast forward to the next summer. I went with a friend to go jet skiing. I show up and there he is acting like it’s pure coincidence, even though I’m 95% sure he manifested the entire situation. He offers me a ride on his jet ski and then proceeds to launch me into the lake. Our love story started with a bar, a memory I do not have, and him literally shoving me into open water. True love.