“She is going on a date with the wrong Kyle.” That is what I remember thinking. We had just spent the day with some mutual friends at a local street festival and Kylin was explaining how she was about to leave to meet another Kyle for a first date. That day was the first time that we had spent actual time together, but I knew something felt different. (Editor’s note: We actually met for the first time a few weeks early when I stopped by a party that Kylin was hosting with her roommates, but it was very brief). Fast forward a couple of months and we reconnected at other events with friends. After wishing her luck in the Chicago marathon over messenger, we struck up a conversation and agreed we should go out on a date. If you know anything about Kylin and me, we both tend to keep busy schedules (and basketball season was just a couple weeks away!). This made scheduling a first date quite difficult, but we finally made plans. Kylin was going for a morning bike ride with friends then we would go to a bar for lunch and football(!). An hour before the date, I got a message from Kylin and my heart sank. Was she blowing me off? Her bike ride with friends turn out to be 80+ miles (of course it did), and she was not going to make it. But when she asked if we could reschedule, I jumped at the opportunity. A week later, we had the first date that we originally planned (sans bike ride of course). We enjoyed it so much, we decided to meet up for a movie later that evening after Kylin left for a couple hours to turn in an assignment. (Two dates in one day!) The rest, as they say, is history. It was a first date I will never forget. Remember, remember the 5th of November. 2017 that is.