Once upon a time, across an uncrowded campus, Kirstin and Dan would too infrequently see each other from afar. Then one happy day, Kirstin threw one of her many office social functions where they would finally meet, because if you’re going to throw a party, obviously you invite the IT guy. Conversations were had. Eye contact was made. And made again. Kirstin and Melanie held a swift, important conference. And then Kirstin moved a thousand miles away, possibly (to Dan's errant mind) to never return. Hope was kept alive in romantic Skype half-communications. Kirstin returned. Dan grew a beard. Fate was sealed. Technically, Dan asked Kirstin out first, because our first brunch date was in the guise of the universal need for a brunch buddy. It was Dan who then asked Kirstin to the longest lasting, shortest seeming cocktail hour ever, where he realized he would marry her. Soon thereafter, Kirstin overcame Dan's extreme confidence in the belief that she would fall in love with him — to find that she in fact had done so. Ever after.