Hers: After a string of bad online dates, flirting fails, and constantly getting my hopes up too quickly, I had resigned myself to finish grad school single and refused to go on another online date. It was Friday night, my roommate was out with her new boyfriend, and I was ready to hunker down with some Netflix and Chinese food. Thankfully, my best friend Stanley would have none of it and I begrudgingly agreed to meet him and another friend out at a local bar. It was there that I proceeded to tell them about my recent failures in the dating game. Laughing at me, he said, "let's just go to one more bar and let ME be your wingman". We walked into Water Street Tavern, I started scanning the room, and that's when I saw a cute dirty blond in a grey jacket sitting alone at the bar looking wistfully into his beer. I said "how about him, he's cute" and to my horror, before I even had time change my mind, Stan was already tapping him on the shoulder... His: Months and dozens of dates had turned into nothing more than a string of soul crushing rejections one after another. What started as general dating around slowly slid more and more toward desperation until I found myself completely done. I had given up on the idea that there was someone out there that wanted an actual relationship. So I decided to stop looking. I was going to just go have some fun bar hopping with my friend Badri. We tried a few places with no luck. Apparently if you're out too early then the bars are all dead. We were about to head back, but then Badri suggested we check out one last place: Kent. I reluctantly agreed. We got into Water Street Tavern around 9 pm, grabbed a booth, and a beer and sat back to listen to the live band. An hour later the crowd's composition turned from middle aged to college students and the bar was packed. I had just about finished my beer, wondered up to the bar, and was waiting for the bartender to notice me. A moment later a man tapped me on the shoulder...