It all started on a girls’ trip to Washington, DC, where I went with my girlfriend to see Bad Bunny (because, of course, what better place for love to begin than a concert?). After dancing and singing, I crawled into bed that night, but instead of counting sheep—I opened Tinder. You know, just for fun. Zero expectations. And then boom—there he was. This ridiculously handsome man popped up on my screen, and naturally, I swiped right before drifting off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to a sweet “Good morning” message from him. We started chatting, and it was that kind of flirty, silly banter that makes you grin like an idiot. Somewhere between memes and mild stalking (on both sides), I turned to my friend Judy and joked, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if I ended up marrying this guy?” Fast-forward two weeks later—he showed up in person. Yep. Just like that. From screen to reality. And that, my friends, is how our long-distance romance kicked off—with Bad Bunny in the background, Tinder in the middle, and a psychic prediction that might just come true.