In August of 2018, fate (and a little bit of curiosity) led us both to download Tinder. I never messaged first, not a single person, until John Luke's profile popped up. I saw his picture and immediately thought, He’s Hispanic, handsome, and muscular… okay, yes. So I swiped, saw he super-liked me, and I messaged him first. Naturally, I made the first move with the most romantic opening line imaginable: “I am a meme god!” He answered, “Oh WORD, hit me with ur BEST MEMES.” And just like that, we were off — sending memes back and forth on Instagram, laughing constantly, and eventually planning our first date to see Crazy Rich Asians. We went to the theater, sat in the back row… and talked through the entire movie. To this day, I still don’t know what that movie is about because we were too busy falling for each other. When we left the theater, there were only two cars in the entire parking lot. I walked confidently toward an old 90’s Honda Accord, and he gently stopped me and said, “No, no — this is my car.” I turned and saw a red Corvette. My jaw dropped. I immediately called my dad, begging, “Please, please let him drive me home!” (My dad was very strict.) Eventually, he agreed. John Luke drove me through the drive-thru, ordered an orange juice and a hamburger, and then took me home. It was simple, but it was honestly one of the best nights of my life. When we got to my front porch, before I could even grab the door, he stopped, looked at me, and asked, “Can I kiss you?” I said yes. He put his hand behind my head… and immediately felt my hair extensions. I panicked, ripped them out right then and there, dropped them on the ground, and kissed him anyway. (The extensions were still sitting on the porch the next morning.) I ran upstairs afterward and told my sister, “I think I just met the love of my life.” And honestly, I wasn’t wrong. From that night on, we’ve been inseparable