It all started on a dating app, based on looks, college education, current place of employment and mutual social media friends. Rules? Both people have to swipe right based on whatever minimal information the users page provides them with and if it matches their ideal standards. If both swipe right, the girl has to write within the first 24 hours or the match is gone. That's right, Jill totally wrote to Mike first, because she thought he was a hottie. Jill's Side: Mike's Bumble profile had a few things I'm really into: lax bro potential, dogs, a college education, a job, and straight teeth. I swiped right and when we matched, not only did he keep up conversation and only seem like the funny kind of weirdo, he also remembered to reach out after his family Christmas trip to the Florida Keys, a few weeks after we initially matched. After allowing me full time to stalk his social media, I agreed to go on a first date, but only if it were in sweats. About 3 hours into the date, I knew Mike was the one. Mike's Side: I wasn't the biggest fan of Bumble, mainly because I quickly learned what felt like to be judged off of male height. But there was a picture of Jill in a red dress and it was beautiful, so naturally I swiped right, assuming she would never swipe back. The easy going conversation is what stands out to me the most when I think about talking to Jill on the app. She made me feel so comfortable being myself, and when she asked me to meet her in sweats, I was excited because not only is that my favorite outfit, it was also my most expensive outfit at the time. When I showed up in my LuLu Lemon outfit 20 minutes early and super nervous, I was relieved to see her giant glasses and really white teeth that matched her photos come through the door. After asking me to go to Bobby V's, a hometown hero sports bar, for a nightcap, I immediately knew I needed to spend more time with her in any way I could.