I'd given up on the speed dating, the singles meet ups, and the apps, and decided to go for a girls' night out with my friend Dayle. We went to see an 80s cover band called The Molly Ringwalds. I was, of course, fully decked out in a tutu and Madonna bow. The place was very crowded, and we moved a few times to find a good spot. As luck would have it, our final spot happened to be right in front of Andrew and his friend Garry. Andrew and Dayle being particularly outgoing people, a conversation was started. Andrew and I ended up dancing, middle school style, to an 80s ballad, and the rest was history! He now lives to (playfully) torture me day by day with his dad jokes and lectures on the Mets' latest lineup.