It was a clear black night, a clear white moon ;) Michael and I met the modern fairytale way, on Bumble. We decided our first date should be at Sunset Cliffs. What was supposed to be a simple meet-up turned into hours of talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. We sat in his car, sharing stories and bonding over music… though he did make the questionable choice of insulting my music early on. I graciously chose to forgive him. True love requires sacrifice. As the night went on, his car kept turning off. I warned him his battery was dying. He dismissed it. Still mildly offended by his music commentary, I let nature take its course. When the date finally ended and I walked back to my car, I turned around and saw it, the look of realization on his face. The battery was officially dead. I laughed (because I did warn him), but in that exact moment, something clicked. Standing there at Sunset Cliffs, with a dead car and a very humbled man, I knew somehow that he was the one. Between the long conversations, the laughter, the music debates, and that unforgettable ending, we had both found the one. Turns out love doesn’t always start perfectly, sometimes it starts with a dead battery and a feeling you just can’t ignore.