James and I met at a very “romantic” establishment called Tavern in the Square in Allston, Massachusetts, a notorious Thursday-night pub for college students. James was out celebrating his acceptance into an internship program with his friends, while I had impulsively agreed to a girls night out, despite fully intending to spend the evening at home watching New Girl re-runs. After briefly parting from my friends, I was weaving my way through the crowd when I slipped in heels I had absolutely no business wearing. James, who was trying to navigate the crowd behind me, caught me just before I hit the floor, hoisted me back up, and sent me on my merry way. I turned around to thank him and immediately noticed how good-looking he was, so I delivered my most eloquent, tequila-fueled pickup line: “Wow, you’re hot.” To avoid fighting the crowd again, James asked if he could buy me a drink, and I happily accepted. It didn’t take long after meeting to realize how much we enjoyed each other’s company and for me to fall for his thoughtfulness and his astounding collection of dad jokes.