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During a once-a-year outing (on my end because I do not go out), I decided to attend the birthday party of a new friend at a bar in Chicago, Sluggers (if you know, you know). As I waited for my friends to show up, I looked to the corner of the room and saw a handsome man confidently sitting at a table by himself. However, as I do, I did NOT approach him. After a drink and catching up with my friend, I hear a voice in my right ear ask, "Did you get your hair done today?" I turn to see the handsome boy in the grey sweater asking what felt like the most random question. I chuckled under my breath and said, "No, I just washed it today." He laughed nervously, and the adventure began. He went on to ask me, "Who are you" and would not accept a student as an answer. As easy as it is to breathe, we talked for about an hour and a half straight about life as if we were the only two people in the room (we were not). Fortunately and unfortunately, I left once my friends showed up (rude, I know), and he went on to talk to other people. To my advantage and surprise, he was VERY persistent, although following the two-day rule. He sent me a message on Instagram, I responded, he begged for a date, I said no repeatedly, I told him not to fall in love with me (knowing I already had), and here we are now! I am extremely grateful he did not listen to me initially (let's hope that does not persist).

We have gone back and forth for a year and a half debating what counts as our first date, but after much convincing, I must agree with his choice. As I said before, I didn't make our first date easy. Not because I did not want to, but rather because I REALLY wanted to and didn't want to ruin things. After much convincing, I agreed to a coffee. The night before our coffee plans, I couldn't help but text him all night as I went bar hopping with a few friends. At around 4 am, I texted him I did not think I would make it for coffee. Being who he is, he was extremely kind about it (although I believe he was simply playing it cool). ANYWAYS, it was this night that I realized I was falling for the man in the grey sweater. As I slowly drifted into a tipsy sleep, we randomly talked about our favorite pizza. Being from New York, we both love a thin-crust pizza. However, as I texted him that Chicago deep-dish pizza reminded me of a bowl of tomato soup (DON'T AT ME, Y'ALL), he sent me the same message. I smiled, blushed, chuckled like a giddy child, and slowly drifted asleep. Maybe it was that I fell asleep dreaming of pizza, but as I sat in the back of my Uber on the way home that morning, I knew I needed to see him AND have some pizza. In a spur-of-the-moment, extremely nervous decision, I texted him and asked him if he wanted to grab pizza with me for lunch. He told me he would have time in the next hour, and we met at Pizza Parlor. I remember purposely making sure he got there before me. Maybe I was nervous or just a bit hung over, but as I walked through the doors of the Pizza Parlor, I remember my heart beating out of my chest even though I felt at peace. Like a gentleman, he stood up from the table to greet me as I walked towards him; we sat down and talked about everything. We talked about family, careers, and past experiences, all while eating a very non-sexy meal. It was beautiful. So much so we had to keep it going. We walked over to the coffee shop next door and kept talking for at least another hour (despite my need to go to work). To this day, we continue to talk about everything over morning coffee cups and pizza slices (and all the other food).