It started, as so many modern love stories do, with a swipe. I was lying in bed, half-scrolling on social media and half-scrolling through Tinder. I wasn’t expecting anything serious—just curious, really. Then came Jason’s profile. Those baby blue eyes had me hooked, oh and 6’2”?! Yes please! I swiped right. And then—ding—it was a match. We talked a couple times on the phone. We cut straight to the chase. He asked if I wanted to meet up for coffee, and I said yes, half-nervous, half-excited. We met at this cozy little coffee shop for a mid-week date. You know the type of coffee shop—warm lighting, mismatched chairs, the smell of roasted beans floating through the air. Jason got there early, he had to pregame his coffee, since he loves it so much. When I walked in I noticed his bright blue eyes and he didn’t lie about his height!! I was caught off guard that he actually looked like his pictures. I spun in a circle not knowing if this was too good to be true. He still teases me about that moment when I almost walked out. We talked for hours. About the weirdest Tinder pick-up lines I have received, the things we liked to do, our love of being active and outdoors, and how neither of us really knew how to end a first date. At some point, we realized we both had to go pick our kids up. We lost track of the time. That had to be a good sign, right? When we finally got up to leave, he offered to walk me to my car. It wasn’t a dramatic moment—no movie-style kiss in the rain—but it was easy. Comfortable. Like we’d known each other longer than we had. Jason must have known what he wanted, he booked me solid on all of my up coming free days and we haven’t stopped spending time together since. Looking back, we always smile at how something so small—a swipe—turned into something so real.