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December 11, 2021
St. Louis, MO

Hanna & Alec

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Alec Bland

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Hanna Mohesky

December 11, 2021

St. Louis, MO

How We Met

Bars?

These two, I tell ya.

From Her Perspective

My first impression of Alec Bland occurred freshman year. We had Business Law together second semester and he sat in the row in front of me (foreshadowing for the coming years of shared classes), always chatting with the other people around him. We were officially introduced by a mutual friend and the three of us had breakfast together before said class. It was confirmed from there that we were both Business majors and would probably be seeing quite a bit of each other. Alec and I have talked about the following semesters and neither of us can recall even acknowledging each other’s presence again until Junior year – that time we turned 21 the same semester and our social lives started crossing paths (shoutout to the small Kirksville population)… Another semester, another business class. Alec sat in front of me yet again. His confidence was oozing since he was in a row of all DSP friends while I knew very few people. I think he felt bad for me (?) so he and his pals started including me in their conversations. Once, he even wrote, “Bars?” on a note and held it up over his shoulder while our professor was preoccupied. It all unraveled from there. We’d see each other in class, then see each other out around town, and a class friendship developed. Ya know, like the superficial kind where you talk like you know each other but you’re actually not friends type? Yeah, that kind. I have to admit, I always thought he was handsome and I’m sure my college roommates could attest to that fact by the way I would not-so-casually bring up this cute guy from my classes that I liked to see around. The trouble was that Alec was in a committed relationship and I wasn’t the kind to date around.

The Good Stuff

Fast-forward, I graduated from Truman in December of 2016. I came back for Spring graduation and texted Alec, "Bars?" hoping to see him one last time before Truman and Kirksville were just memories of the past. Alec convinced me to come to his graduation ceremony at 9am and I did. That night, liquid courage led Alec to give some long-winded, weird metaphor about his relationship with his education at Truman to express his feelings toward me. SO, good ole Palmyra boy moves to St. Louis for his first job out of college and gives ole Hannie a call. We started going on dates at a bar called Trainwreck (something we are always quick to express does not define the stability of our relationship) in Westport Plaza on Tuesday nights when they had live music. We went so consistently that we became regulars and even got the occasional free rounds on the house. I think it’s safe to say this was the staff’s way of giving us their stamp of approval. Four years later, we’ve grown so much independently and collectively. We do not have the words to express our gratitude for your love and support thus far and can’t wait to finally make this life partnership officially official!

From His Perspective

Hanna and I initially met through a mutual friend in Truman’s Missouri Hall dining room. I would learn many years later Hanna’s introduction to me happened just before that breakfast in MO Hall, during Professor Steve Smith’s Business Law class. She recalls sitting directly behind an obnoxious boy who thought highly of himself and who would tease the girl he sat next to, a friend from high school. The semester ended without any romantic sparks and then three more after it. Hanna returned to Truman in the fall of her junior year after a semester abroad in Ghent, Belgium. I returned to Truman largely unchanged, save a new appreciation for classic cocktails. Our reconnection waited until second semester that year when we took Dr. Blum’s HR Management course. I sat with a row of friends I’d made in DSP (a professional business fraternity); Hanna again sat directly behind me. My memory of our interactions in that class can be boiled down to a one-word question: Bars? To understand this next part you first need to understand Kirksville’s bar scene. On Thursdays two bars offered all-you-can-drink (AYCD) specials for either $9 or $10. Yes, you read that right, ALL YOU COULD DRINK in exchange for a crisp 10-spot. These bars were across the street from each other but offered different vibes and attracted differing groups of people. Patrons of both bars eventually funneled into either a disco bar (Geno’s) or a dance club (Wrongdaddy’s). So, when I would ask Hanna, “Bars?” I was asking if I would see her out at the bars that night. And she would smile and laugh and roll her eyes, knowing my question was rhetorical, and that we would surely pick our conversation up again later that night on a crowded, sticky dancefloor. We became friends that semester – not the close friend you’d call on in an emergency but that friendly smile in the hallway and that warm hello in passing.

The Good Stuff

It wouldn’t leave out much to fast-forward to my graduation day. Hanna returned to her now alma mater to celebrate some of her friends graduating and stayed for my ceremony as well. Later that night, in the hubbub of the graduation celebration at a bar in town, a year’s worth of growing closer and developing subconscious feelings erupted into me finally opening up to Hanna that I liked her. These were feelings I was still figuring out myself but the finality of graduation coupled with the realization that life would be very different out in the real world prompted that now-or-never outburst. It was awkward, I was nervous, and I have no regrets four years later. I decided to suss out these feelings of mine when I packed up and moved to St. Louis. I called Hanna and we spent our Tuesday evenings during the next couple months at Trainwreck in Wesport. We shared beers and our interests; we traded irish car bombs and stories of our pasts. I discovered a complex woman who was old school, well-traveled, and an expert conversationalist. She was mature, slightly reserved, and loved her family. And she was cute. She was dang cute. And as the expression goes, the rest is history!

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