We met on a night that almost didn’t happen—because he didn’t want to go. Thanks to some expert-level bullying by our friend Matt, he bought a pair of shorts and showed up to a volleyball outing anyway. That’s when I saw him, immediately called dibs, and made it very clear to the other girls that destiny had been claimed. Volleyball was played, but mostly we talked—through the night, effortlessly. Afterward, we attempted to relax in my apartment’s hot tub, which turned out to be aggressively not hot, and ended the night at Matt’s apartment playing video games, where I continued making my interest known. Four years later, I have a ring on my finger, he credits that night (and the bullying) with finding his forever, and we both know that sometimes love starts with the wrong temperature, the right people, and a pair of last-minute shorts. 💍✨