Like all great 21st-century romances, ours began with a swipe online. Our first conversation? Was about guns and politics and ended with a debate over pineapple on pizza. But somehow, through funny flirting tactics and a shared love of questionable humor, we agreed to meet in person. Our first date was at The Ice House in Fairhaven - because nothing says “romance” like bourbon, margaritas and potato skins, mixed in with some small talk and pretending you’re cooler than you are. The date went well, despite one of us being late (Her name rhymes with late). But there was a spark. An awkward second date at The Barn, lots of phone calls and texts, meeting Luke and falling in love with the best kid ever, this was more than just a dating app success story - it was the start of something real. So here we are, proving that sometimes, love really does come with terms and conditions - even if they mean it's about John always having to be right about everything.