Expanding your dating profile radius pays off sometimes. It was clear he read my profile because he invoked college basketball in his opening line. He asked if a Terrapin could get a date with a Tar Heel, I said I could make an exception. It's a good thing that University of Maryland left the ACC. Neither of us realized we lived 55 miles (an hour and 15 minutes with normal traffic) apart. For the first date we met in the middle, choosing Silver Branch Brewing, because craft beer is another one of our shared interests. We hit it off talking about our jobs in health policy and pride in being "elder emos". Despite what all the true crime podcasts say, we moved to a second location to grab a bite to eat, where I dazzled him with my ability to eat my weight in buffalo wings. On the walk back, we stopped at an intersection in front of McDonalds where I'd cross and make my way back to the Metro. That's when I got on my tip toes, closing the over one foot height gap, and leaned in. We didn't know it at the time, but it would be the last first kiss we'd ever have.