It was a perfectly warm June night when John—a man whose profile stated that he was looking for someone to take care of his cat while he traveled for work—swiped right, sealing his fate. The problem? I’d casually mentioned I was already planning on going out with a handful of my most opinionated friends the night he wanted to have our first date so I invited him along. Most guys would have politely ghosted right then and there, but John, bless his confident heart, accepted the challenge. Our first date began not with a quiet, romantic drink, but with him walking into a downtown bar, immediately being introduced to eight people who treated him like a prospective government witness. John didn’t just survive; he thrived. Now, a few years later, we are planning our wedding. It’s only fitting that we’ll be getting married right back downtown, just blocks from where John faced down my friend group and where our unpredictable, algorithm-fueled chaos turned into our forever.