Jack responded to a prompt about my being struck by lightning twice with a Grease musical quote, "that's electrifying!", cue eye roll & weak chuckle. He asked me on a date, I said yes. He ghosted me. A week later he asked again, never referencing the previous ask (I have proof), and I said yes again. Why, you might ask, would I agree to go on a second date after he ditched me? It was because I was low on groceries and a girl’s gotta eat. So after 10 minutes of complaining to my roommate that I didn't want to go, I left to meet this Australian boy. I walked in the bar to a boy downing glasses of water like it was his job and barely touching his beer (I now know he was incredibly hungover. s/o Flamme & Kim). I pulled the chair out next to him and he cocked his head to the side and smiled. Welp, I’ve been struck by lightning three times turns out. In that moment, I turned to mush. I giggled at everything he said for the next 7 HOURS! Jack had 4 glasses of water. Within those 7 hours, we went to a second bar nearby and closed it down, then walked around Chelsea because we were having way too much fun talking to each other to call it a night. Finally, we sat on a bench looking out at Little Island until he drummed up enough courage to kiss me. Jack says in that moment he had a vision of me in a wedding veil in that first kiss *flips hair* I mean, I’ll take the compliment. He walked me to the Subway and we said goodnight. I called Ali, Maid of Honor, at 4AM and said 'I just met my husband.' Jack texted me before he went to bed that night asking me on a second date. App deleted, lightning struck.