Oh, man. This website looks real pretty, but I can't help but tell this story in my normal tone of voice. This is Jenny. We met at a bonfire because I was promised s'mores. My friend had actually said she wanted to introduce me to a different person, thinking we'd hit it off. Then Eliot brushed past. I swear, when I turned my head, he was sitting against the backdrop of a dirty old chain link fence, but this really stunning sunset. I worked up the courage to talk to him. He was interested in indie music and literature. He also didn't seem to be bothered that I spoke about weird anthropology books that studied how people dated. (I'm really awful at flirting). We talked online for a while. He took me to the Minneapolis Institute of Art for our first date. I was certain it was sort of "too good to be true" and then, just as we were about to end, he told me he really liked me. And that he wanted to see me again. That was it. I mean, the decision was made for me. I think from that moment I was pretty much just his. Thank goodness, too. I was fresh out of anthropology books to quote.