We met in college, sort of. Alexander spotted Amanda walking across Boston Common, then saw her in a short film his roommates made, and thought she was beautiful. Our paths crossed and diverged many times after that moment: At parties in Boston, on the Purchase College campus once Amanda transferred and Alexander would go to visit his cousin, on social media. But it wasn't until Alexander returned home to New York after living in California that he asked Amanda out. The date went horribly. He took her to an HBO screening and repeatedly made a fool of himself; she didn't even try to hide her disdain. He started dating someone from high school, she went back to her ex. After two years, she posted on Twitter about being single again, he texted her and asked if she wanted to try getting together once more. This time, things went so well she skipped the birthday party she was supposed to attend once they finished up and hung out walking around the East Village until after midnight. But she had told him she was seeing someone, so he resisted making move, even though the chemistry was obviously electric. Two weeks later, she texted him right as he was talking to his ex again and asked him to go out. They did days later and kissed that night on a bench in Union Square. She moved in to his Bed-Stuy apartment a few months afterward. And after six years, he proposed to her on that same bench.