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So, picture this: a bar in downtown Fullerton, a typical Thursday night. I was out with my sister, probably because she bribed me with the promise of free drinks. Meanwhile, my fiancé—let's call him Anfernee—was invited to the bar by a mutual friend. The second our eyes met, there was an immediate spark between us, but neither of us knew what to do with it. We just froze, unsure of how to break the tension. I couldn’t help but notice his cute smile, and I could tell he thought I was pretty, but did we say a word? Of course not. Instead, we exchanged shy looks and awkward laughs. When we finally mustered the courage to talk, we bonded over jokes about his name. We spent the entire evening having a great time and laughing, and then—wait for it—we left without asking for each other's numbers. Genius, right? We basically did everything except the one thing that could ensure we'd see each other again. So there we were leaving a bar, not knowing if or when we'd ever meet again, all because we were too chicken to make a move. Classic us. Spoiler alert: we met again and this time it was on a date! And now, every time we tell the story, we laugh about how we almost let shyness get in the way of a lifetime of happiness. (: