It was May 26, 2018. The Rockets were looking to win the Western Conference Finals against Golden State. Naturally I decided to go out and watch Game 6. At the time, D and I were roommates and he had recently become a Rockets fan. En route to our favorite sports bar, I-10 Icehouse, D decided to invite a friend he knew from the gym. Unknowingly, this friend turned out to be the love of my life! Anyways, back to the game - the Rockets took a good lead in the first half which had us celebrating too soon. The second half was probably the worst 24 minutes of basketball I had ever watched; from missed threes to the infamous nine point 4th quarter. Needless to say, the excitement dwindled fast. This was until D told me to come and meet his friend. Love at first sight is very cliche, but let's just say I had laid eyes on the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. It took one look and two words to make me forget that the Rockets had just lost, or that I had friends with me. Justine brought her cousin, Brian, with her and they wanted to go dancing. Without hesitation, I made sure I would be there. Amazingly, my courage level was pretty high and I swindled her into a dance. Time flew as we danced song after song. Then Stoney LaRue's "Feet don't touch the ground" came on and I knew I never wanted the night to end. 2am came quicker than we wanted and we were out the door and on our way to Whataburger. While in the drive-thru I sat with Justine in the backseat and couldn't keep my eyes off her. I was so distracted I left my debit card in the backseat of Brian's truck, which actually turned out to be a good thing. Awkwardly, I didn't get her number that night, but that gave me an excuse to see her again. When Justine came over to drop off my card, we talked and laughed for hours. I knew then we were meant to be. We spent every weekend of that summer together and on weekdays we found reasons to see one another. The rest, as they say "is history."