We are getting married

It’s love in the 21st century—so naturally, we met on a dating app. Our first date was at The Chicken in College Station. As we walked toward each other, we were both thinking the exact same thing: “He’s not my type.” “She’s not my type.” But we decided to stay anyway—and somehow ended up having an amazing first date… even if it ended with one of the most awkward kisses in recorded history. (I thought it was my fault. He thought it was his. The truth is still under investigation.) Fast forward five years, and we’ve officially upgraded from “not my type” to “soon to be my wife/husband.” Turns out neither of us knew our type as well as we thought.