Twas a tale as old as time. When she saw him sitting there at Amsterdam Cafe in San Francisco, and he her, on that cruise ship deck floating somewhere out in the ocean...with just a swipe [right] of the thumb, California and North Carolina were brought together in sweet harmony. We met for our first date at Lion's Pub in San Francisco - a funky weird bar with no sign, and the ambiance of a cozy living room in the middle of a tropical 80s cocktail lounge. Natalie was late because she stood outside of the front door walking in circles trying to find the entrance. [Editor's note: Natalie has never been late again, to anything, not even once. Just ask Jordan.] We spent the night exchanging embarrassing stories, affirming each other's superior taste in music, examining essential East and West Coast cultural norms (like, hella and y'all), and debating about which shade of green Jordan's skinny jeans were. One thing was abundantly clear: this would be the last first date either of us would ever go on again... Fast forward to five years later and we're making it official!