Eli and I both like to tell the story of how we met … just a little differently. According to him, our first conversation happened on the very first day of freshman orientation at Williams (which, for the record, I have zero memory of). He swears that from that point on, he wanted to get to know me better. Almost two months later, one week before my birthday, he finally made his move and asked me out. Bold of him, really. As for my version? My first clear memory of Eli was the day before classes started, when I realized we were in the same math class. He offered to tutor me, and I did what any reasonable person would do: pretended to be REALLY bad at math so we could spend even more time together. I actually was struggling in the class, but I’d rather claim that I was just really committed to the bit. We spent the next few years watching hockey, doing puzzles, and hanging out—most of which I definitely initiated, despite what Eli will try to claim. And honestly? The rest is history.