Her Version: The first time I remember meeting Mofe was on the tennis court. Mofe was quiet but friendly, easygoing in a way that stood out. I remember thinking he had a cute smile, but I didn’t think much more of it. We went our separate ways after that day, not crossing paths on the courts again for weeks. Fast forward about a month later — I’m scrolling through Hinge, and there he is and a message “Remember me from tennis?” What were the odds? We started chatting, the kind of easy conversation that feels like picking up where you left off with someone you’ve known for a while. By the end of the night, we’d exchanged numbers. The very next day, we went out for our first date — what was supposed to be a quick meetup somehow turned into an entire day together. That same calm, attentive, and compassionate energy I’d noticed on the courts was still there, only now I could really see it. It wasn’t just his smile this time — it was the way he listened, the way he made me feel at ease. There were no games. Just open communication and transparency. He made me feel safe. ​His Version: It's actually a two-part story, which is what makes it so much fun. The very first time we met was at the tennis club at Russett (months before when Ibukun thinks our first meeting was). She was quirky and fun in the ways she bantered with those around her. Friendly. I remember thinking she was really charming and easy to talk to, but the moment passed, and we went our separate ways—no numbers exchanged, just a nice memory. The second time was at the tennis club cookout. She was there with her sister, who i thought was her friend. I ended up chatting with her sister about urology and we played uno. Again no number. ​Fast forward about a month later, and our fate took a distinctly modern turn. I was casually swiping through Hinge, and there she was! I instantly recognized her from the cookout and tennis court, and apparently, she recognized me, too. We matched immediately! ​ It felt like a sign, a lucky second chance handed to us by an algorithm. That little tennis club spark had been quietly sitting there, and Hinge simply gave it the platform it needed to ignite. We laughed about the coincidence on our first official date, realizing we’d had to be matched by a dating app to finally go out properly. ​ So, while we first crossed paths over a grill and a backhand, we officially started our story thanks to a dating app—proving that sometimes, all you need is a little help from technology and a great first impression to find your forever partner!