Tate and I actually go way back — high school back. We were part of the same friend group, and in true high school fashion, he even dated one of my friends at the time. Life went on, graduation happened, and we all went our separate ways. Fast-forward three years, and I had just told someone, “I could never see myself with Tate. He keeps asking me out, and it’s just never going to happen.” Famous last words. Not even a month later, fate decided to have some fun with me. I ran into him at, of all places, Winstar Casino. We walked around together for a bit, and before I knew it, he was begging — yes, begging — for me to go to dinner with him just once. I laid down the law immediately: “This is not a date. Do not kiss me. We will never be more than friends.” We went to dinner, and to my surprise, we really hit it off… but in my head, we were still just friends. He asked me out again, even delaying going back to school just to take me. That night, I don’t know what happened exactly, but somehow he swooned me. Of course, me being naturally guarded, about two months in I tried to break things off. But Tate shut that down quickly, telling me flat-out that wasn’t happening — because he was going to marry me. Three years later, here we are… and I can’t wait for the next hundred.