I was in Charleston for my friend Mel's bachelorette weekend! I had just started a new remote job at DoorDash and decided to spend the week working / relaxing with friends Daphne & Mary before the festivities kicked off. When we arrived at our Airbnb, I realized I’d actually stayed there before—for my friend Gigi's bachelorette. At that point, I figured it was bound to be a good weekend! In a great mood and ready for margaritas, we headed out for Mexican food and eventually found ourselves at a bar called Washout. It was a quiet Thursday night and completely empty—except for what was clearly a bachelor party. One girl on a mission to complete the bride’s scavenger hunt immediately walked over, and naturally our groups merged. As fate would have it, almost all the guys went to Maryland, and so did our bride. I started talking to this tall, handsome guy who casually mentioned his brothers—one in Chicago, one in Denver, one in Richmond, one in Charlotte. I stopped him. “Wait, how many brothers do you have?” “Four,” he said. “Me too,” I said. At that point, he finally introduced himself. “I’m Tim.” “Wow, I’m Kim.” “I said I’m Tim.” “I know…” Bad intro aside, all the commonalities felt too perfect to ignore. That was our only interaction that weekend, but we exchanged numbers, started texting and FaceTiming, joked about visiting NYC and Dallas until those jokes turned into actual trips—and the rest is history.

Thursday night of the bachelor party rolling into Folly Beach, South Carolina, the bachelor party capital of the east coast. Thankfully we were well rested because it was the first night and found a bar to eat at called Washout to kick off the weekend. Washout could not have been emptier until a group of ladies walked into the fine establishment as we were finishing dinner. It was clear we were a bachelor party, and it was clear they were a bachelorette. I went to the restroom to come back and learn the groups had fully mixed. As I am walking up to the merged groups only to hear one of my best friends (the bachelor Alec) yell “Tim’s single!” which could be heard by all. I look to my left with probably a beat red face and Kimmy is right there. I made a comment to Kimmy at Alec’s expense and the conversation began. We talked for a few minutes and had a few things in common off the jump. We both grew up in large families, had extensive knowledge of local West Hartford, CT hibachi scene, and awareness of the historical dominance of the Trinity Men’s Squash program, Kimmy’s alma mater. Some would say it was a match made in heaven besides one key detail. I still had no idea what Kimmy’s name was. So as any smooth operator would I said, “my names Tim,” to hopefully figure out what Kimmy’s name was in return. She said back, “my names Kim,” which I kind of thought she was just confirming back to me what my name was. Strange but I went along with it. So, I repeated “Yes, my names Tim,” to which I got a bit firmer response back “yes, my names Kim!” It turns out I was the one that misheard and we now had just introduced ourselves to each other twice. Glad we were able to move past the initial Tim vs Kim situation and the journey began. Long distance, a lot of plane rides, two marathons each, many laughs, and one engagement led us to find our new home together in Hoboken, NJ. Can’t wait for the next chapter on May 30th and to see everyone there.