We graduated high school one year apart from the same high school. Both of our graduating classes had around eighty people. We never met. In 2014 I had opened my marketing business in New Mexico and was busy working on setting that up. Jake, who travels for work, happened to be in the area. After matching online we started texting the usual questions. What do you do? Where are you from? When it got to this one, I have a standard answer, Dallas. Nobody knows where Eastland is and I get tired of explaining it. But I asked the question first. Jake replied, "Eastland". I was floored. "Seriously?" I said. "Yeah," he responded, in his normal indignant tone. We started chatting about mutual people we knew in school and tried to remember who each other was. No idea. Seriously. Neither of us had any idea who the other was. Which was probably a good thing. I was kind of awful in high school. We decided to meet for lunch, Los Arcos in Friona, Texas. I drove. I love driving. Three hours later our lunch date ended. We talked for three hours. It was like talking to someone you've known forever. A week later, Jake was working in Monahans, TX. Four hours from where I was living at the time. I told him the drive was only a couple of hours away. We met for our second date and started planning our move. Another week later, we both moved to Lubbock, TX, and have been together ever since. You read that right. We moved cities two weeks after meeting each other. Good thing it worked out.